Rosary beads are wearing thin, God is still not listening. Evergreen are turning brown and smothering the worn out ground. Looks can be deceiving every rose has a thorn. Forbidden fruit so sickly sweet, never taste, endless sleep.
Track Name: Still Life
If silence is the answer then I have no other questions. A collage of ill-consumption rears its gauntly head. Monotony, it follows me, it's always by my side. It's hiding in the shadows, it's a jekyl to my hyde. I'm alive but I've never lived.
Track Name: Glass Casket
I'm the Pied Piper, like sheep you follow. In to the river, in to the gallows. I'll take form of a forest in hope that you get lost. That you perish. Deteriorate. Fear is inside of everyone, the brave die young.