Peasant Hands - Intra Noir

A vast fog surrounds us
Our notes and our tired voice
A revolver of loss
Where miles spun with dreaded filth
Weary and tired we found a name
Promise once looked in our face
Then looked away
Then looked away
Then with the season's change
We crawled home to
Reality
Reality
Foreshadows had
Whispered insane
They were afraid
They were afraid
We were lost
In the gears of our fate
But if there was
A phrase to claim
If we had
One phrase to say
We will live on
Then we lived on
We were awake
We were awake
Another season changed
We crawled back to
Reality
Reality
Then the wheels
Of our youth turned away
From our light
The more sincerity
Bathes us in the dark
Without light
The more sincerity
bathes us in the dark
The same place where
We could look at each others' face
We all age as one
From skin to dust
As age promised
Our voice darkened
Abandon all we know
Infinity is timeless
We will have lived far beyond it
Let our every mistake
Go unapologized
May our every word
Honestly
For a full moment last
Our every dark hymn
For a second ring
Now our name is not just a name
The further we move
From the moth's nest
Far from that deadly pulse
Recessing from what is real
Save us from the very sun
That we could never be
We must move on
Oh to live a nightmare
In the hope of a dream
The further down we go
Into our grim fate
To live a nightmare
In the hope of a dream
Intra noir

Written by:
Joseph Flores

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