Wither

Theres no way back, just follow the road till the end, All turning black, the colours and light start to bend. My twisted face, keeping you hear in the now, The safest place, withering away. Brush off this dirt, time starts to mend. These wounds dont hurt. Im born again. Would you push me under ground, starless at sea and i am never coming down. You went to far, effecting your reality. Its all natural knock out the spors to give sead. Sweet tainted brew, a slight on your innocence. Your almost through, withering away. Brush off this dirt, time starts to mend. These wounds dont hurt. Im born again. Would you push me under ground, starless at sea and I am never coming down. Dont shut it down, you wouldnt like what you see, Spiraling out, crawling your way through the leaves. Lights fading out, nothing is as it should be. Spiraling out, crawling your way through the leaves.