Mourning Beloveth - The Crashing Wave


The dregs of the morning drift by greeting us with leaden winged despair 
So come down 
It clapsps with crooked hands and tears at the torso, ripping the flesh 
So come down 

It leaves but the scum, filth of the earth, stranded poisonous 
Soak up the arid wasteland through every fibre of my being 
Hold on to the high crashing wave, it may be our only chance of escape 
So come down, come down with me, it may be our only chance of escape 

Lurking in the shadows psychological self loathing violent desire 
Slaughter the first born the debris of joy it's all that's left 
But this is my only chance of escape the crashing wave 
So I'll hold on until I crumble under the weight 

A stagnant pit of twisted bones and contorted features wrapped in flesh 
Yet stranded to wallow between the walls of destruction 
A vacuum created by the desolation and loss of hope a sigh 

A sighm a fatal glance to the fading pain that crouches in the corner 
For the night is upon us, the triumphant return of joy 
Immortality, intensity the need to escape 
It seems to be coming through in waves the need to escape 

And beneath its swell the search for absolution continues it's downward spiral 
I wade through the fifth, terminal hope 

Its infectious this murder 
Its infectious, this murderous circus

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