Shades (Rishloo)

We're, if at all slaves to a pawn caught in a cautious lie, if at all, staggering weightless haggard stained cynical it all tastes sweet Leave me to sway here if at all listing ageless wait, wait and see Come here to rest and then cosset the crows who murder the raven and those who cast the losing die Leave me to sway here if at all listing ageless Wait Trace these suicide shades uncovered through this pious lullaby praise to suffer while we brace ourselves shaking hands on the alter See these paths to there end through the pulse of hate And now walking along the earth It always turns inward To let their souls writhe Silting softly it is wanting Hate Trace these suicide shades uncovered through this pious lullaby pray and suffer Erase (erase...)