Disenchanting the romantic. This is the real, this is the shame. These
limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity. Coarse twine tears
clean. And i have thought about this very instance for all time. Decades
longer that you or I. Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh, giving
its caring for me. And i have thought about these moments for all time.
Dangling from a silver lining. These lungs welcome the crimson tides of
misfortune. Hell to pay, this is my farewell to this city.
Converge Lyrics
Converge Lyrics