The Decomposing Of Thy Inner Self Lyrics

This river of whiskey

Runs through a mountain of pain

The dead trees of memories

Are growing in vein

Harvest the fields, steal what's grown

The hardest part of being here

Is being here alone

I've climbed this mountain just to see

If it's really only me

My discomfort does not compare

to the fact that no one is there

This river is running dry

And the plants cease to grow

The dead trees have been burning, now they're nothing

This land is growing old

Harvest the fields to find

That everything is gone

The hardest part of dying here

Is dying takes too long

I've climbed this mountain just to see

If it's really only me

My discomfort does not compare

to the fact that no one is there