Summer's End - Walking The Night lyrics

rate me

My reflection is a skeptical fear of

Bruising cuts as soft as a fresh gash

Because these contridictions can be

Like razors cutting down slow to end

All of the apathy to cover my scars

Covering all thoughts of conception

Endure hated contrast of moments

Broken into clusters of tales

My lungs are fading into black

Gasps for scarce lag of vanity

A collection of lies infest the wound

Leaving death's door open for me

A final soul of criminal intent

Will be found and convicted

Memories existing down the long path

With my life's embrace

Holding on while I pick up pieces

And my fingertips burn away

Unable to realize identity

And nothing will change the horror

Ravish legions come to burn it away

Punishment paint to impose on torment

A child sinning, a haunting gratitude

Blasphemy in cursed flowers