Returning To Autumn کے بول

To welcome the withering The sweltering has come to an end Burnt and empty just like me Falling into autumn, open up the flood gates Submerging capernaum, we are all messiahs We are all heretics It fears me but not my words Nor callousness, nor disgust Buried deep behind my eyes, swells beneath my disguise It fears me but not my words Nor callousness, nor disgust In emptiness I reside The fragile hollow of a beautiful lie There's no peace in decay And in life there is no certainty There's no peace in death Not until I can hold it The serenity that death offers me The silence of the soil I've bricked and mortared the east gate There's no sympathy here I'd rather writhe in perdition than slip through martyred hands