Man's Life Is the Wolf's Death
Autumnal
I live all alone leaving minutes off
I won't talk, I travel thinking
About me, changing something out of this
But this exists before you and me
Swim in this mud
But I am wrong again
One in a million of solitudes
I can't climb my stairs
Trapped by the heaviest mask
I won't spread my chest
Pumping between anger and lust
I pray the Lord to rest
But my hearts still beats
I have become to feel so weird so
Far, so strange in this viscous life
Roots over me drowning, choking
Life, I must dry, fall
And feed the grass before I burn
But I am wrong again
I can't climb my stairs
I won't spread my chest
But my heart still beats
Now that I am all alone
I know that I've always been
I will always be
I don't pretend otherwise
I am getting old and something I don't know
Sucks my sap, consumes my old smile
An immortal hell with demons
That feed on dull years
A life, that is death
Doesn't end if you don't breathe
I look back and the road
Seems so curved and rough
Before me all is straight
I thrashed you, you loved me
But I owned my reason
Over and over I tried to conceal
What in me should be less
Than a simple fear
Older and colder
We just approach to fall