Fall
Apr 27, 2023
Listen to the song here
The Fall
I cannot turn away from these clouds of grey,
The whispered words they say lead me astray,
Believers and the godless are their prey,
Hunting at the dying of the day,
Cos when they find you,
They will bind you and drag you to their halls,
And if you succumb,
You will become a feast,
For their foul maws,
In the back of all our minds the demons dwell,
With the ravages of time their egos swell,
Pick up on their signs their noxious smell,
With which they weave their smoke and mirrors,
Dreams from hell
Cos when they find you,
They will bind you and drag you to their halls,
And if you succumb,
You will become a feast,
For their foul maws,
As we fall
I cannot turn away from these clouds of grey,
Tom Edwards