Searching for something on the outside
To scatter seeds that i will never sow
Waning, wasting on the inside
I found nothing at the end of the road
A blackened path
The flash of teeth
To light up the dark
For the long deceased
And now the grass is withering under my feet
I could say i'm sorry but i wouldn't mean it
Searching for something on the outside
To scatter seeds that i will never sow
Waning, wasting on the inside
I found nothing at the end of the road
Wither (and waste away)
Running (from slow decay)
The unholy (speaks my name)
A blackened path do all obey
Wither (and waste away)
Running (from slow decay)
The unholy (speaks my name)
A blackened path do all obey

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