Autumn
my new time
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I hate it here
Pillow of shame, blanket of lies
warms the primitive
I hate it here
in this new year, with the sun
new in my skies
Broken glass on corroded brass,
it tells a time
A new time, gentlemen
Blinding glance, raise my glass
to my new time
I'm naked here
I'm in the blind, in blinding cold
Not a shiver
moves the primitive
I hate it here
in this new year, with the sun
new in my skies
Dead weight on my shoulders, sir
A mule of circumstance
Am I this blind?
Can I not see this?
Am I blinded into seeing
nothing real?
Cry in your pillows,
swallow that pride
Keep your blankets
for these colder nights
in the new year
My new year
My new time, gentlemen
- Album:
- Cold Comfort
- When Lust Evokes The Curse
- Altitude
- The Hating Tree
- Return To The Breath
- Miscellaneous
- Synthesize
- And We Are Falling Leaves...
- The Druid Autumn
- Death for Life, Volume 1
- Ghosts From the Darkside, Volume 1
- Neue Holländische Welle 2.0
- Call on the Dark, Volume 2
- Gallery of Reality
- Dream of the Black Lady
- My New Time
- Dream of the Dead
- Gothic Spirits 7
- Call on the Dark 2
- Dream of the Snake