Taraxacum Lyrics

Black hands move me

Cold fingers pull me down

Wintry breath, smell of death

In vanity constantly, in vanity forever

Paradise bled inverted

Soaking hope to the sun

Hell gates open-handed

Both turning you to ash

Penalized, I'm lost in God's eyes

With every sin on me, are you done?

Did I waste the wind in my wings

only to crawl for what I trully desire?

Such graceful hands have terribly sinned

So no one believes your heart so cherished

Drenches my soul, so I can't be redeemed

All I wanted – suddenly perished.

Hourglass desperately measuring time

Time left for me to straighten my spine

Hopeless because you're shedding my skin

With your dull knife my torment begins

Freezing empath left to rot in black hands

Whitered, decayed in your blooming rage

You shouldn't pour into who is fullfiled

You shouldn't empty the one you call chalice

The final cry of despair

My time is running out

I close my eyes

To see what will come next