Left from Punctual by Misertus
Tracklist
| 4. | Left | 4:39 |
Lyrics
I hazard a guess, you left me this dress
On the floor and nothing more
To sanctify in herbs, and remedies
A puppet to your needs
Never find a surface lurking behind
Surrendering to all potentials
Focusing on the bleak and the paid
Worth it? It's so deranged in me
Insulting my favourite game
Your memories are what I deserve
Mimicry to the solid tune
In language I thought I heard
So what of love when a visitor speaks nothing
But riddles and contradictions
I know when I'm asleep, I'm thinking of something new
That you deliver to my optimism
The curtain is hollow
And dwelling in serenity
I'm hopeless in sorrow
And infinity - the dust that I feed
I'm trying to swallow
Another pill ground into powder
Snorting the dream that is left to my
other half - still lying in me
Perhaps an alternative can bring a blessing to this forlorn night
Collectives surrounding the paranoid and distant unlight
And from this day I was nothing, and yet everything
Came to be in the words that I've yet to write
Even with disillusion I pride on the sudden drafts
It seems unfair, but I'm living it out for free
I sold my soul for everything to believe
I sold my soul to let it become whole
Touching me yet I've forgotten who I am
Is it deserved or will I die in my own hands
