It crawls to you across a killing floor
On fingertips and toes, that old, familiar cold
Neither the wax or wick, but flame
A being of nothing, yet everything
This is the furnace devouring all
Becomes the inferno consuming you whole
Reality hits you in waves
In waves of emphatic disgust
Pangs of age, pain of mind
Shut yourself in, drowning in sin
Crosses your sight, scars your thighs
Forces fingers to temples and eyes
The cold sting of heavens on your face
Dark clouds swirl and fill your lungs
The lines of your palms, involuntary deserts
Waking in fevers and trembling under strain
Grown so sick of coming apart at every seam
With nights between sheets of counterfeit sleep
For all of the things that you did wrong
And all of those steps that you mistook
Now you want to sing a different song
But they've all grown old and bitter
The Greying - Hubris Lyrics
The Greying - Hubris Lyrics
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It crawls to you across a killing floor
On fingertips and toes, that old, familiar cold
Neither the wax or wick, but flame
A being of nothing, yet everything
This is the furnace devouring all
Becomes the inferno consuming you whole
Reality hits you in waves
In waves of emphatic disgust
Pangs of age, pain of mind
Shut yourself in, drowning in sin
Crosses your sight, scars your thighs
Forces fingers to temples and eyes
The cold sting of heavens on your face
Dark clouds swirl and fill your lungs
The lines of your palms, involuntary deserts
Waking in fevers and trembling under strain
Grown so sick of coming apart at every seam
With nights between sheets of counterfeit sleep
For all of the things that you did wrong
And all of those steps that you mistook
Now you want to sing a different song
But they've all grown old and bitter
On fingertips and toes, that old, familiar cold
Neither the wax or wick, but flame
A being of nothing, yet everything
This is the furnace devouring all
Becomes the inferno consuming you whole
Reality hits you in waves
In waves of emphatic disgust
Pangs of age, pain of mind
Shut yourself in, drowning in sin
Crosses your sight, scars your thighs
Forces fingers to temples and eyes
The cold sting of heavens on your face
Dark clouds swirl and fill your lungs
The lines of your palms, involuntary deserts
Waking in fevers and trembling under strain
Grown so sick of coming apart at every seam
With nights between sheets of counterfeit sleep
For all of the things that you did wrong
And all of those steps that you mistook
Now you want to sing a different song
But they've all grown old and bitter
Writer: Alex Boston
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