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 to sleep the winter away.
Immobile for the cold duration.
Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.
Lyrics submitted by Metropolis
"Lies of Autumn" as written by Chris Adler Abe Spear
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics powered by LyricFind