Dew-Scented - Poets Of Dirt Lyrics
The gone staying by meFeeling disease, crying sunSoil adorning me, preparing to growFever, disgust, dear sighBewatching the truth, morals to breakCatch soon the breeze, immortalsAnd if my tears were only joyfulI would better rest in silenceInstead of writing down my claimsTo pleasure such a lonely roadA sombre tangle to discloseThe damned poets of dirtLake fulfilled with sand, prayers of liesWishing disease, unholy blueIs covering meand our sinsForever gone, trapped in life