Of Rust And Bones

There is not much in this life I enjoy anymore* Everything's fading The black hole within keeps on growing and swallowing all Hell is awaiting I've floated through years in the shades of bloodred and grey Just hanging on Now tight is the noose 'round

The vultures feasting on my carrion See if they can pierce through the rust They think there's nothing to it but there're too blind to see I don't need them to tell me who I am... not I'd do it myself but I just cannot And they think there's nothing