Echoes (LP版)

Echoes (LP版) - Cesium_137

The cold sound presses

Through the hills and trees

Whistling about

The crackling leaves

Those burning winds

Whisper my name

A shiver in my lips

To welcome me home again

This wicked beast

Called society

We lost the drive

For morality

Those silent screams

Set me free

She lost the want

To believe

Such lovely bones

Beneath my feet

Echoing secrets

The earth must keep

The pale sky bleeds

Light with irony

Leaves fallen colors

Lost in a dream

This wicked beast

Called society

We lost the drive

For morality

Those silent screams

Set me free

She lost the want

To believe

For this madness

I will weep

Cradled in the arms

Of apathy

For the secrets

I must keep

Howling with the winds

Of misery

This wicked beast

Called society

We lost the drive

For morality

Those silent screams

Set me free

She lost the want

To believe

For this madness

I will weep

Cradled in the arms

Of apathy

For the secrets

I must keep

Howling with the winds

Of misery