Death Poem II: Hollow's Death Drive Lyrics

There is the tint of yellow to your focus hiding away

Do not mistake my reading, I've seen this a thousand times before

Dead on one's feet, and still drone on repeat, bygone intermit

What a boneless reflection, honed imperfection to shine upon your passage

Argentate, charcoalesque

Is the echo of your burn

She reached higher and higher

Wince, constrict, shivered daylight

She dared not admire

The brooding shred of blight

Do not shatter

This shame is a frame you can drain

You'd stay neck bent

Gazing at

Death clutching your forehead, blood glued to your doorway, curled to the floor

Sweat frozen on collar, drape covered in fire, indefinite hue

You won't know either lies nor will you compromise anymore

What a relief, to toss all you believe, to cross any who lives to mourn, there is a price to pay

Austere, deep cyan

Is your silence unreturned

Press, distort, reverb shrill, relay

Clamp, caned, stop, ring, breath, drill, bore, strain

Breach, burn, sidestep, blinds out, sun flare

Crane crash, train smoke, churn, burn, burn, burn

Higher and higher, tiresome mire

Stretched out through a rugged conch shell

Chest constraint, eye rend, closed faint heart

Mellow grain, holed brain, sore earlobe

Screech, turn, phase shift, bone curl, haze rift

Crane crash, train smoke, churn, burn, burn, burn

Higher and higher, tiresome mire

Stretched out through a rugged conch shell

Wider and wider, brighter and brighter

This caustic compiler dressed me down in solitude

Would that my tint of yellow could unharm me, clear of disdain

I'll heard from my polychrome, read between lines a hopeful conceit

I am dead on my feet, encased in my defeat and surely you'll see

How my tinnitus, cold limitless hours, anchors on my eardrums; casts away my life

Abrasive, with an off-white shine

Calls the end of my turn