Evening Sun Songtext
von ANGEL-MAKER

The sands of ill repute leave my pallete dry
I miss the sweet sips of passing time
These sour words burn through my cheeks
Remembering each flavor that the spirits keep


I keep my fingers crossed
Wishing for quiet resolve
Writhing in this lack of the evening sun
Wash me from the corners
Of a listless mind
Smells of smoke and violence burn my eyes

Seizing thoughts
Like Animals twitching in their sleep
Turn through another night
Another waking scream
I toss to stir and fight an urge
While wringing through the sheets
Horrors of decadence
Find my gnashing teeth