Brass Skies/Funeral March

Slow dawn in my deepest sewer Tired, cursed fall on my knees Rounded by eternal shades Burning down the night You are what you hide inside You hide what you are inside You are what you hide inside You hide what you are inside You cant fight yourself Under a brass sky You cant find yourself Under a brass sky Fighting an endless fight I shake and tremble, scared to the bones Walking the ruins in the corner of my mind Fading away, broken dreams, dirty feels.