Shades

We're, if at all slaves to a pawn caught in a cautious lie, if at all, staggering weightless haggard stained cynical it all tastes sweet
Leave me to sway here if at all listing ageless wait, wait and see

Come here to rest and then cosset the crows who murder the raven and those who cast the losing die
Leave me to sway here if at all listing ageless
Wait
Trace these suicide shades uncovered through this pious lullaby praise to suffer while we brace ourselves shaking hands on the alter
See these paths to there end through the pulse of hate

And now walking along the earth
It always turns inward
To let their souls writhe
Silting softly it is wanting
Hate
Trace these suicide shades uncovered through this pious lullaby pray and suffer
Erase (erase...)