This Life As A Dagger

It took me almost a year to come

I thought I’d appear here prior

Therefor shorter was the time

Until I found the place you sleep

Our past caught up with me again

This horizon of mountains, as always threathening

Rose up behind me, anything but well-disposed

Like an all shattering orb

Well, that escaleted quickly, unsurprisingly

Cause as we know now, we were raised by wolves

So take care if you fuck with the past

The past at least won‘t fuck you

Never ever, this melancholy will pass

I set a foot in our city and I feel so relegated

The days we lived here as kids, don’t seem too far gone

As we hid in these fields together and bolt into the rye

I destroyed their childhood memories in getting our things straight

And in doing so, I tried to set their world on fire

Now I came for your graveyard, for the very first time these days

Finally set out for a fleeting visit in the dead of a night

I carried this picture for the last twohundredth and eighty days

Just to put it near your last smile so near but far beyond

Then I did all my tweak and sniffed it off your tombstone

Oh believe me brother, I gulped it all in one

I’ll never write peace on your wings and let you simmer wordlessly

You promised me, that if we leave this place, we set free as one

But you spoke the words of a coward! Fuck! What have you done?!

Now I will smell this scorched earth until I retire my own worn body

Or I will finally choke on this citys mephitic air

Never ever, this melancholy will pass

I set a foot in our city and I feel so relegate

The days we lived here as kids, don’t seem too far gone

As we hid in these fields together and bolt into the rye

And bolt into the rye