...To Dim the Aching - Soreption

Destruction of my weak will

A new autumn to die

Forget your god, my friend

No place for holyness here

It’s the dance of the fireflies

Two lives intertwine

For weeks to come

And months to follow

I’ll be dead and gone, down and hollow

Feeding the past

It is her, I will follow

Straight down to her grave

A gallery of the insane

It’s the dance of the fireflies

Two lives intertwine

A partial collapse in denial

Raping the burden from the constant fear

Twisting, turning time to dim the aching for a while

Rip me open for one final silent tear

Destruction of my weak will

A new autumn to die

Forget your god my friend

No place for holyness here