November lyrics

Irradiate this soul With the malice of a dying star Leave this cancer to groe Unchecked, ignored Tie up those loose ends That seem fit to be tied Bury this husk in the debris of political fallout Send out the crows to harvest the fallen The only one who stands will rot in the sun There's nothing left March to the gallows And let those loose end hang There is no tomorrow because there isn't much today Celebrate the end of forever All we'll know is yesterday Irradiate