Lyrics Wilting - Autumn

A slight crack in the doorway
A shatter of glass, and now
Absence is the only plausible excuse
Through the eyes of innocence
I bare witness to erosion of a broken spirit.

A wreath of wilted flowers
Hangs above your door
To signify the vines that drape from your skin
De-compile the will to live to find a source of substance

To walk on air in silence; the only hope I know you hold
Veils of deceit; your net of safety
I see right through you
When can this charade die?
I watch as you manifest
From a seedling into a noxious weed
When can this charade die?

Bleak as fog, I know it owns you
Have you ever tried to escape
Do you even know how?
Collapse in a shiver, that you never could control
You define yourself by isolation
This is your incarceration

Walls close in, crave for the sight of salvation
Walls close in, beg for the end of creation
Forever just a wolf trapped in sheepskin
Forever you will never amount to anything more than nothing

As they drape from your skin, they pull tighter round your neck
Sing a hymn to the life you never called your home
Don′t forget the day, the dusk burns brighter than the dawn
Sing praise to a life that shouldn't be your own