The fog descends once more.
Wandering through the scent of decay.The passive lies gave way to manic ramblings.
Porcelain floor, misted glass windows.
Things that convinced me, your intentions were real.
The street's infested with for sale signs.
This city's dead it just don't know it yet.
Raise your hand if you're with the group.
I know what you are and I don't fear you.
I don't fear you, anymore.
Wailing infants harmonize with crackling fire.
Crumbled to nothingness, leveled to ash.
We hear white noise when you speak.
At least for a couple of years.
This twitch will dictate down to me.
Cards laid out across the table.
A reference drawn before.
And again, and again and again and again
Wishing you had more in store.
Now that I know what you are, I don't fear you anymore.