Visions

As all these dreams
Come into view
Slowly consuming you
Visions of trees
Burnt to their roots
Watching death in bloom

I've seen the way
I've seen the way it unfolds
Days turn to grey
Embraced by a bitter cold

The Whispers they speak
In tongues oh so cruel
Each night inside your room

I've seen the way
I've seen the way it unfolds
Days turn to grey
Embraced by a bitter cold



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Jones
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