This path that we walk upon is the collection of
Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams,
but these
Whispers invoke the
artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated
Hide the petals underneath that bedroom floorboard
and they will wither
[Instrumental]
Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh
Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention
and
Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born.
Behold the
