Nostalgia
Nostalgia rose the purple morning
Clothed in green choice of the day
Lit a cigarette and the pain inhaling
Descended to where I lay
He said
I know that you remember
You know about the history
A fist full of torn feathers in
Your hat of treachery
Enraptured by my urge or mannerism
Not the tear or laughter charade
And with scalpel precision
The revelations are scraped from the plate
To be what wasn't or was never ever could or should not
Hold as my skin grows pallid add it to the, to the
Numbing in my chest as his entry is made I fade
But drive the dagger deeper
He drives the dagger deeper says
I know that you remember
You have a sense of history
A fist full of torn feathers in
Your hat of treachery for
One day
I end your sleep
One day
Meet the other slaves
When simplicity melts
Beyond the glass of reason
A psychosis lathers her skin with
Grey intention, with Grey intention as
I know that I remember
But what what about this imagery
A fist full of torn feathers in
My hat of treachery for
One day
Endless sleep
One day
I'll face the weak
Criminal intention you know I can live without
Escapist animation takes the vocal from the shout
Lustful in illusion is the flood that drowns the cry
Everfilled anger, directed to the sky but
I know that I am stronger than
His air of trickery
A fist full of illusion has
No way of destroying me
I know that I am stronger than
Nostalgia's trickery
A fist full of illusion has
No way of destroying me and
One day
I will sleep
One day
I'll face the weak
