Lyrics Hours - Vore Complex

The white will o'wisp on a painted eye
A sunbeam puncturing the sky
Careless blossoms left to rot where they lie
Time goes by

The crackle of insects in a cotton dream
An echo of madness
A silent scream
Last orders in this thin grey in-between
Our time has been
Our time has been
And gone

Our time has been
Our time has been
And gone
Our time has been
Our time has been
And gone

Fear in the dark
A brittle call
Empty prayer addiction
A dimly clotting pall
Unfamiliar faces on an unfamiliar wall
Time kills us all

Fear in the dark
A brittle call
Empty prayer addiction
A dimly clotting pall
Unfamiliar faces on an unfamiliar wall
Time kills us all