They say just let it go, But they don't know; Its more then just demons in my head it's going to take more than a laullaby to put them to bed.
I close my eyes and try to calm down my racing heart, I no longer hear the laullaby just the demons screams tearing me apart. I try to find peace but verytime I try to sing, The demons start to scream again making my ears ring.
With the withering of passing now in silence I sleep unborn in the womb of no scorn and ghosts of epiphany of my Helter Skelter free from the devil's anvil grasping shadows of my bones as widows of stones fast before masturbating a psalm of hallelujahs breast plate with the withering of passing
Good night Elinor I have return to roost into the deep darkness of synonyms of purification and aromatic delight depravity and piggly wiggly toes of the grave's gesundheit as my sperm worms over pale bones and old moldy shite but this song is for you into the deep darkness of synonyms the rattle hymn of your anthem