The sun is a lie told by the morning,
A golden mask on a rotting face.
I wake to the sound of a world still turning,
Trapped in the orbit of this hollow space.
Each face is a mirror of a shallow soul,
A chorus of echoes, empty and loud.
They chase the fragments of a broken whole,
Wrapped in the vanity of a silken shroud.
The air is heavy with the scent of decay,
I’m sinking down where the shadows grow In the salt where the flowers will never blow,
The void is a mouth that is open wide there’s nowhere left for this heart to hide.
Smother the spark, put out the light
Welcome the deep and silent night
The breath of the many, the stench of the mob.
I watch the shadows swallow the day,
Listening to the pulse of a rhythmic sob.
I hate the laughter that rings like tin,
The practiced smiles and the hollow eyes.
I hate the skin that they’re living in,
The woven tapestry of their clever lies.
They are the vultures of a dying age,
Feasting on the bones of the weak and the small.
They script their lives on a crumbling stage,
Waiting for the curtains of the night to fall.
The weight of the silence is a heavy chain,
A cold embrace that I’ve come to know.
I’m sinking down where the shadows grow In the salt where the flowers will never blow,
The void is a mouth that is open wide there’s nowhere left for this heart to hide.
Smother the spark, put out the light
Welcome the deep and silent night
There is no solace in the falling rain,
Only the salt where the flowers won’t grow.
Why does the clock keep its steady beat?
Why do the seasons bother to change?
Every path leads to a dead-end street,
In a world that is cruel, and cold, and strange.
I am a ghost in a city of stone,
A flicker of ash in a freezing wind. In the middle of the crowd, I am alone,
I’m sinking down where the shadows grow In the salt where the flowers will never blow,
The void is a mouth that is open wide there’s nowhere left for this heart to hide.
Smother the spark, put out the light
Welcome the deep and silent night
Paying for a crime I did not begin.
The void is a mouth that is open wide,
A hunger that nothing can ever appease.
There is nowhere left for the heart to hide,
Broken and brought to its trembling knees.
Let the darkness come with its velvet hand,
To smother the sparks of a guttering light.
To bury the ruins of this wasteland,
In the deep, everlasting, and silent night.
To bury the ruins of this wasteland,
In the deep, everlasting, and silent night.
To bury the ruins of this wasteland,
In the deep, everlasting, and silent night.
Heathen_AJ
