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A Constant Knowledge of Death - Abysmal Valley Dolorous lyrics

Artist: A Constant Knowledge of Death

album: Vol. III, A: Forth from the Quiet to the Air That Trembles


The first circle was filled with so many other shapes
A sea of angles, colors
Mostly shades of lusterless grey
Unwittingly staring across barren plains
Fruitless trees
Settled dirt caked into their eyes
A fleeting hope, a single blade of grass
I've settled for less
To idly pine for contentment
A welcome starvation
"Lost are we, and are only so far punished,
That without hope we live on in desire"
I would love to be consumed by soft white noise
Satisfied with endless longing
Empty arms without belonging
"Dust will not baptize your tortured soul"
I am the drought

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