Time: Devourer of all Things

from Mother of Failure by Peasant Hands

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lyrics

Melancholy
Season of
sickness and
Humanism,

I fall to the
Depths of times hell

Melancholy
Season of
Sickness and
Humanism

Time heals nothing
Disease is everyone's,
Everything

I'd give everything
To preserve, as con troller of
life

Time heals nothing
Sickness is everyone's,
Everything

I'd give everything to preserve
As controller of life

I fall....I fall

I fall victim, to a precious brittle light, oh it dwells intimately intimate

Like the loved one that had lived once at your side, then had left you
Silent...
.....

.....

Silence still
It still hides
The strain behind pale
Behind stone eyes
Hearts beat
Heart beats
They beat inside
So calm is the truth
Of our calm lies

Without warning,
That worn bag of thought
Was burdened by
Death
As this moment fades.

This mother of failure
Birthing moment anew

(The next blurs in to the next one)

A dark marriage that exits in the
Gutters of the mind

This mother of failure
Birthing moment anew

(The next blurs in to the next one)

A dark marriage that exits in the
Gutters of the mind

Where father time
Slows Down

My skull then smashed into the next unfinished wall of nothing concrete

I fall to the depths
Of Times Hell
Another moment
Gone gone gone
Another moment
Gone gone gone
Another moment