The table on which I write, with wood and its few features.
These never bought my sight, worth far less than the bleachers.
Alone I sit with this, the more I seem to see.
What it means to admit, that these I will carry.
Worth far more than thoughts for thoughts don't last long.
All is okay.
All is alright.
No it's not too windy, no it's not too bright.
The wood left unsoaked.
From the rain of last night.
And although this wood will rot.
It's served past its purpose.
For my friend and I here, have shared more than past noticed.
And although not here, alone I will sit.
And although not here, alone I sit.
The table on which I write, of gold and all its features.
On the last day caught my sight.
A seat, of worth, and of hers.
Alone I yell for you, I'll lose my voice gladly.
And give my voice to spit and sneer of days with you spent happy.
Of gold, days spent by your side were always.
Of gold, there were better days than these.
The days spent by your side.
from EP (Demo)
released September 28, 2014
Prod. [Abstract Conquest]
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