Writer: David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Abe Spear, John Campbell, Chris Adler
Composer: David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Abe Spear, John Campbell, Chris Adler
Lyrics
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper,
Thoughts turn acrid and curl
Like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm.
Step into this decay and experience dissolution.
Crucified on a plank of cruelty,
Crucified on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away.
Immobile for the cold duration.
Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.
ABE SPEAR, CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON