The Fallen Leaves

End Of Days

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he fallen leaves of autumn
Bitter souls, rejected faith.
A silent painfull landing,
The leaves grope the tree to feel safe.

They all cry and plead,
A desperate attempt to re-attach.
Let the foilage rot,
Bleeding with the rats.

It never stops,
Over and over again in my head,
It never stops.

Find your solace in the arms of your hangman
Escape in the embrace of your destroyer.
Find your solace in the arms of your hangman
Escape in the embrace of your destroyer.

And you know the truth,
Your ugly like me.
And the beast who creates,
This fucked up master piece.

I tried so hard to win you hate,
Performed the art of desacration.
A bullet to those who bleed,
for the touch, for the breath, for the stench of the tree.

It never fucking stops,
Over and over again in my head,
The calling of the weak.

The calling of the hangman.

Find your solace in the arms of your hangman
Escape in the embrace of your destroyer.

FUCK YOUR GOD.

In the arms of your hangman.

Find your solace in the arms of your hangman.
Find your solace in the arms of your hangman.
Find your solace in the arms of your hangman.
Find your solace in the arms of your hangman.