Lies Of Autumn

歌词

As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curl 

like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. Step into this 

decay and experience dissolution. Crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucified 

on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. Immobile for the cold 

duration. Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.