Lies Of Autumn - Lamb of God
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke Rising from a butt ground out on my arm Step into this decay and experience dissolution Crucified on a plank of cruelty Crucified on a plank of apathy Immobile for the cold duration Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke Rising from a butt ground out on my arm
Artist: Lamb of God
Title: Lies Of Autumn