Harlequin Forest
Into the treesPast meadow groundsAnd further away from my homeBaying behind meI hear the houndsFlock's chasing to find me alone
A trail of sicknessLeading to meIf I am hauntedThen you will see
Searching the darknessAnd emptinessI'm hiding away from the sunWill never restWill never be at easeAll my matter's expired so I run
A trail of sicknessLeading to meIf I am hauntedThen you will see
There falls anotherVapour hands released the bladeInsane regrets at the dropInstruments of death before me
Lose all to save a littleAt your peril it's justifiedAnd dismiss your demonsAs death becomes a jestYou are the laughing stockOf the absinthe-mindedConfession stuck in your mouthAnd long-gone fevers reappear
Nocturnally helplessAnd weak in the lightDepending on a prayerPacing deserted roads to findA seed of hope
They are the treesRotten pulp inside and never wellRoots are sucking, thieving from my sourceTired boughs reaching for the light
It is all false pretensionHarlequin forestAwaiting redemption for a lifetimeAs they die aloneWith no one by their sideAre they forgiven?
Stark determinationPoisoning the soulUnfettered beast insideClaiming sovereign control
And now the woods are burningTearing life-crops asunderUseless blackened remainsStill pyre smoldering