Paroles de ...To Dim The Aching

Destruction of my weak will A new autumn to die Forget your god, my friend No place for holyness here It's the dance of the fireflies Two lives intertwine For weeks to come And months to follow I'll be dead and gone, down and hollow Feeding the past It is her, I will follow Straight down to her grave A gallery of the insane It's the dance of the fireflies Two lives intertwine A partial collapse in denial Raping the burden from the constant fear Twisting, turning time to dim the aching for a while Rip me open for one final silent tear Destruction of my weak will A new autumn to die Forget your god my friend No place for holyness here