Mappe Of - Cavern's Dark lyrics

The cancer eats your lungs Tearing up and trimming the brush beside your bed And now your body’s cold Settling for sympathy and carrying the weight But it’s not that simple I’m not the first of your kind But I won’t be the last to say you were right and I should have known, but no remorse I’m a martyr’s son A northern star, a perfect stone Ripping out the stains in my clothes A cavern’s end, the lamps are out I feel you in the dark and I am found