Из альбома: Snowbeast

The darkness took my shadow
It came into my room


Like a thief in charcoal velvet
Entombed

My eyes, they darted swiftly
Searching for the light

The moon was even missing
That night

And I listened, on Sunday
The preacher warned us of its burning touch

It's hollow, and growing
My skin is white, and shrinking

The darkness is an insect
Worming through its host

A compost pile of wishes
And bones

I found myself as nothing, (oh)
Wipe a window

In nothing, there is nothing

I mean

::instrumentation::

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