Monochrome Songtext
von Widow's Peak

Subversion in focus obscures
The axiom inherent within
In drops and in streams
Laurels of an irredeemable adulator wilt
Demoralizing calls beckon "No life breeds in these still waters"
Your mouth drains rooms of gold.
Cankerous tongue.
Nauseous alarms fall in earless void.
No minds left to itch
You talk in circles waiting for cloth to rot,
An obvious sigil made transparent.
Searching forever with a compass of ignorance.
It′s a blight you've made it this far
Transfixed within the pulselessness
Between the and blush the puce
You talk in circles waiting for cloth to rot,
An obvious sigil made transparent.
Searching forever with a compass of ignorance.
It′s a blight you've made it this far
Carve a rancid diatribe


Etched in glass, a glistering lie
Crawl on rippled gristle
No luster within, an abscess of shame
Transfixed within the pulselessness
Between the and blush the puce
Transfused from sore to open sore
The wretched plague virgin feeds
Abjection slowly appears
A monochrome horizon withdraws
In splinters and shards
Ruins of an immemorial apothegm remain
Demoralizing calls beckon "No life breeds in these still waters"
Rotting through the foundation of dignity
Avenues down which to drag the remains again
Rotting through and fading away (away)
Misconstrued
Beyond the limits of decency
Malignant intent
Ring from beyond the fog
And cut through the calm
The mouth of the bell bares its teeth to the foul
And whispers his name
Your mouth drains rooms of gold.
Cankerous tongue.
Nauseous alarms fall in earless void.
No minds left to itch
Your mouth drains rooms of gold.
Cankerous tongue.
Nauseous alarms fall in earless void.
No minds left to itch