A Throne Of Melancholy
Farrago
The utter end
My loneliness
Casts my own defeat
Among them
They knew the truth
But they turn their backs away
Silence my idea
Letting life obscure
Into my own grief
Just another cloud
Hear what night has to say, you can face tomorrow
In your eyes
Escape the shadows hunting you
I can see the venom through the face of pain
Wounds of self-deception
Waiting for the final sign
A Throne of melancholy
I can see the venom through the face of pain
Is my only guide
Waiting for the final sign
Being none
My innocence
Is taking over
I'm becoming something new
In power now
I rest myself
And cast aside
All the things I used to be
All the things I used to see
Intricate waves of sadness
I can see the venom through the face of pain
Wounds of self-deception
Waiting for the final sign
This quiet night, you can face tomorrow
In your eyes
Escape the shadows hunting you
I can see the venom through the face of pain
Wounds of self-deception
Waiting for the final sign
A Throne of melancholy
I can see the venom through the face of pain
Is my only guide
Waiting for the final sign
A Throne of melancholy