Chaos Moon
			...And So Are the Words That Never Made It

1. ...and So Are the Words That Never Made It

Devoured the wings
Climbing to view below
Nothing more, I said
As a wake from the dreams of a thousand years
The seven tears of wisdom no longer cry
As I watch the limbs of life die
The eyes of superior aesthetic
Glazes my skin in a manner of haste
The scars have been left, weight twice as thick
I cannot live with the marks made
I feel the emotions within me fade

Shapes mold to ones wish
Nothing forms
Nothing will grant my desires
It does not exist

So many words unspoken
I am mute, you are deaf
Open to the days of your embrace
They will never come
Locked in place forever
Forever is over
And so are the words that never made it


2. Euthanasia

Instrumental