Days Of Neon Grey

At factions of it's former glory

glittering soul of cold decay, i know

dulls the edge keeps us afloat

above these days of neon grey, i know

go away

trembling smoke and patient mirrors

remnants ofthe couvert feasts

our rittuals of self deletion

erode the men and leave the beats

miles below the coronaries

of this city we could lie

wide awake and atrophying

humming tuneless lullabies

At factions of it's former glory

glittering soul of cold decay, i know

dulls the edge keeps us afloat

above these days of neon grey, i know

go away

master, haste, the night is fleeting, and the pawns have left the dance

static broken by the ramblings

of the shepherds and the lambs

purpose and determination

in gods of a blinded man

mere shackles we long cast aside

a phantom weight though, now and then

At factions of it's former glory

glittering soul of cold decay, i know

dulls the edge keeps us afloat

above these days of neon grey, i know

go away

with the gates you welded shut

and the saints you scared away

go away