كلمات The Mob

Autumn creeps away now, vanquishing mob rules Torches in their eyes, prowling to unravel hidden jewels Drown me in the lake where stones divide the mist Inheritance of others courting the dismissed Take me too away from here Far away Please don't leave me be The forests waning beauty 'neath a drafted epitaph It's our human duty as plastic in the rough To tether on the hеartstrings of a mythic century Paving for destruction Waving mock decrees Watch yoursеlf every day You are dying But please don't leave me be Do it for yourself Tomorrow is the past Do it for yourself Not even actual facts can last Please don't leave me be Is it true that the mirror shows the enemy?