CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Remembrance Of Things Past

This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us...
We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds...

I have touched winds...
I have touched sorrows...
(I touched the devil once...)

... And I have touched the past...

It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer

But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived
It
I have left now. (Have I not?)

The thorns embraced us
While resemblance dragged us further down
It burried our minds

None shall outlive this rhyme...