lyrics
Tell me not to worry about it when I'm young,
Now that I'm older, tell we what have I done?
Dare I deviate from the plan of my father's trembling hand?
For am I his ungrateful son?
Now take beauty, try and keep it on the shelf
Find comfort, trust nobody but yourself
Yes, it's safe and it's warm,
Eye of a fucking shitstorm
Just before the locust come in for the kill
Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change,
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home
Now I'm left with these scars that will not heal
The pain it devastates, but tell me, is it real?
Sworn to a creed, their tired old motif
But this is not my cross to bear
Trust in conflict, learn to give yourself a break.
Your heart won't put you though much more than it can take
You can forgive, you can forget
The River Styx has been crossed yet,
by men whose broken souls you could not save
Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change,
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home
Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change,
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home
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from
Medusa,
released April 11, 2018
Chris Muerto co-wrote the lyrics
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