The cold sound presses
Through the hills and trees
Whistling about
The crackling leaves
Those burning winds
Whisper my name
A shiver in my lips
To welcome me home again
This wicked beast
Called society
We lost the drive
For morality
Those silent screams
Set me free
She lost the want
To believe
Such lovely bones
Beneath my feet
Echoing secrets
The earth must keep
The pale sky bleeds
Light with irony
Leaves fallen colors
Lost in a dream
This wicked beast
Called society
We lost the drive
For morality
Those silent screams
Set me free
She lost the want
To believe
For this madness
I will weep
Cradled in the arms
Of apathy
For the secrets
I must keep
Howling with the winds
Of misery
This wicked beast
Called society
We lost the drive
For morality
Those silent screams
Set me free
She lost the want
To believe
For this madness
I will weep
Cradled in the arms
Of apathy
For the secrets
I must keep
Howling with the winds
Of misery