Fall کے بول

Weakening, waving, rotting away A corpse lies upon your bed Limbless, crawling, stalking your steps Memory stained by stench of decay The reflection you see Is the haven of your despair The lie you conceive To fullfill - Struggling, evoking, exhuming what's dead Glorious Statue of buried parts Never was, never will - just creation of rats Following false prophets and ghosts The reflection you see Is the haven of your despair The lie you conceive To fullfill yourself Rot - all left is rot It was killed by the treachery of a backstab Cold - molded by the cold Distance widens as fast as the Void grows Strife - worn out by strife Calm despair born from violent silence Hatred - shaped by the hatred Of what's ahead - and of yourself