Fallen

Tell me not to worry about it when I'm young
Now that I'm older, tell we what have I done?
Dare I deviate from the plan of my father's trembling hand?
For am I his ungrateful son?

Now take beauty, try and keep it on the shelf
Find comfort, trust nobody but yourself
Yes, it's safe and it's warm
Eye of a fucking shitstorm
Just before the locust come in for the kill

Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home

Now I'm left with these scars that will not heal
The pain it devastates, but tell me, is it real?
Sworn to a creed, their tired old motif
But this is not my cross to bear

Trust in conflict, learn to give yourself a break
Your heart won't put you though much more than it can take
You can forgive, you can forget
The River Styx has been crossed yet
By men whose broken souls you could not save

Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home

Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home