Låttexter:
Poison The Well The Opposite Of December A Season Of Seperation

I could / never / swallow your false ideals of a lifeless / happy ending how could words slit wrists and doors close present day heart felt moments / killed by a

Gouge out my eyes / pestilence lack of love binds / propagate / the strife you desire keep me from forced self depiction / abhorate self assured I

with in arms length embedded within my concise effort a silent cry / I receive no comfort and as I collapse we remain nothing more than friends As I hold my breath / a

Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of problems sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns a papercut bleeds like a cut vein could this sky

I know very well the rain falls in drops [x2] Winds call me As rain falls in drops I drop my head I'm ashamed and tempted to say My heart has caught