The demons are at bay
But for how long
When will the next mirror
Sing its wretched, accursed song
Crawl out from the chamber
Lurk beneath my skin
Stare back in disgust
And torture me again
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
A shrine of broken hope
And wasted dreams
Mocking all I ever was
And all I'll ever be
A hollow nest of empty deeds
So many left undone
Words that go unspoken
A scar for every one
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
Envy of untold corridors
And the emptiness of ghosts
Hell is holding on
To remaining threads of hope
When my demons unfurl their blackened wings
And carry me away
Just let us pass on by
It really is ok
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
Ceremonial Leather - The Grey Lyrics
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The demons are at bay
But for how long
When will the next mirror
Sing its wretched, accursed song
Crawl out from the chamber
Lurk beneath my skin
Stare back in disgust
And torture me again
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
A shrine of broken hope
And wasted dreams
Mocking all I ever was
And all I'll ever be
A hollow nest of empty deeds
So many left undone
Words that go unspoken
A scar for every one
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
Envy of untold corridors
And the emptiness of ghosts
Hell is holding on
To remaining threads of hope
When my demons unfurl their blackened wings
And carry me away
Just let us pass on by
It really is ok
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
But for how long
When will the next mirror
Sing its wretched, accursed song
Crawl out from the chamber
Lurk beneath my skin
Stare back in disgust
And torture me again
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
A shrine of broken hope
And wasted dreams
Mocking all I ever was
And all I'll ever be
A hollow nest of empty deeds
So many left undone
Words that go unspoken
A scar for every one
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
Envy of untold corridors
And the emptiness of ghosts
Hell is holding on
To remaining threads of hope
When my demons unfurl their blackened wings
And carry me away
Just let us pass on by
It really is ok
It's the fear when the knots begin to slip
And the dread between my tired fingertips
And the wake left from the quiver on my lips
Writer: Dæmien Alexander
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid