The Compromise

From the voice that inspires congruent echoes This one has another side An Enclosing tomb, A life of sacrifice Only for this Ossuary permeation is an orgy of rest I am but a mere moon In the the light of Disembodied accomplishment I may never create (Never create) I may never create again From the voice That inspires congruent echoes This one has This has multiple sides I'm Paying to wither away I long to stay away from you I've yet to Turn Off regrets And Revisit Revisit What was never there.. to begin with I walked out and found two trees I stepped out and watched them bleed Every time, I start to believe That I walked out and found disease I crumbled at the alter Of wax and leaves