Celaje

There were times

Shifting, baiting, and

Gunning for the dam to burst

Where was I that day?

Slipping, fading

Hating that the sun would shine

It's cold

Will sell my weight in gold

Like unsuspecting death

Shifting, hoarding

Holding pattern stains of glass

Containment of consumption I have wrought

Caned the living daylights one by one

And if you call for branded flesh

What brittle reason do you have for us to not to exist?

To console all your emptiness

You've got to go through it to get through it

Call the avalanche, will it call back?

Will it call back?

They will know

Buried under

Many memories I've held

And if they

Get caught

Will they slip into their landslides?

Devils wearing ermine

Unsuspecting death

Shifting, hoarding

Holding pattern stains of glass

And if you call for branded flesh

What brittle reason do you have for us to not exist?

To console all your emptiness

You've got to go through it to get through it

Call the avalanche

Will it call back?

And if you call for branded flesh

What brittle reason do you have for us to not exist?

To console all your emptiness

You've got to go through it to get through it

Call the avalanche

Will it call back?