Survival
In my nightmares, at last hours,
meet me at the dead ends.
As soon as the reality bends,
I'll ask you to save one.
On the flesh of yearning worms,
the sprightly movements of sloths,
crushing every bone of oaths,
terror took a better hold of one and all.
...
meet me at the dead ends.
As soon as the reality bends,
I'll ask you to save one.
On the flesh of yearning worms,
the sprightly movements of sloths,
crushing every bone of oaths,
terror took a better hold of one and all.
...