Lethean
How longis the pattern going to speak for youHow far can your voice reachYour song below the night?From my viewI can see youShudder where you are standingIn the visionCyan blue
NowOctoberThis time you won't be needing me
To run along the freewayTo weigh one's heartagainst the oncoming darkYou left me with the pillsWe had plans but you couldn't make itThrough the trees.What took you so long?The high grass.What took you so long?
Translate the fireThe venom's rush inside your heartHow long can winterColour your every word?And the skylinePast the houses and the citiesHyperopiaCarmine red
NowThis riverThis time I will