1890

Cut mylossesclean Think I'm on thebrinknow Istartedsomething, now Istartedsomething, I don't Understand Theparlanceof fate Theusualway Thesemblanceof faith Thewaxingagain Thecrestingof moon You'refrozeninplaceYou'regrowinginframeYou'rebrokenin shame It'sshowingagain Another year gone Another year wasted Enfulged to the dark There's snow in the yard Thescratchto the skin Thewinterfire Burned muchlouderWhen you were young Don't know why I've been sointerestedin the endings Don't take afront, now, it's not from anefariousplace Justseemslike timeslippingaway Yes IthinkI'm on thebrinkof something Let it eat me alive Consumedwholein the fire