Poppyseed from Spite by Cruces
Tracklist
| 1. | Poppyseed | 5:23 |
Lyrics
Sickening as fever's touch and poisoning our joy
It comes to me when I'm in need and takes my hand.
Slithering like devil's tongue, A secret in your ear;
A lover's kiss, A promise that you have nothing to fear.
I called on the doctor
I called and this is what he said,
"To raise the god within you must forget all that you know."
Withered like flesh on dry bone
Buried under ages of stone
Weaker than you knew yourself to be
Buried under years...
Sickening as fever's touch and poisoning our joy
It comes to me when I'm in need and takes my life
Withered like flesh on dry bone
Buried under ages of stone
Weaker than you knew yourself to be
Buried under years...
Of dust!
Withered flesh, withered spirit
Crying out from below!
We have time to grow weary.
We have time to grow old.
Time hangs all around me...
Much like smoke in a bar.
Such confusion and sadness!
Cannot find my way through.
Spent too long living.. living.. Oh!
Oh it's so hard to live easy!
Spent too long living hard.
We have time to grow weary..
We are slaves to the tomb.
