Moss ~D.W.L.~

I am the lie with no reason, just a twisted soul
I am the retreating shadow of streaming forgetfulness
I am the dead water love of bloody tears
I am May's fallen leaf washed down by rain
I am nothing. I am isolation perfect
I am dusk on a blank page, I am the blood red sky

Cross your fingers, hold breath *4
Cross your fingers

I am the nihilistic breath of a third downfall
I am the tattered bible thrown away
I am the blossoming suffocation of spittle foam
I am the sacrifice of a meaningless love
I am nothing. I am isolation perfect
I am dust on a blank page. I am the blood-red sky

Cross your fingers, hold breath *4
Like moss beneath the rocks (just like moss-dead water love)

I'm behind my cynical eyes
It's substance moving through my eyes
I don't see, hear, speak, feel
Blame, hate for fate's seed *1

Look I'm behind my cynical eyes
It's substance moving through my eyes
I don't see, hear, speak, feel
Blame, hate for fate's seed.