Lyrics Weltschmerz - Anne Clark

Weltschmerz

This is where silence runs its course
And sadness wipes its eyes upon us
We fall from a structure build on troubled minds
My world becomes iron and grows an cold as Winter
Soldiers in uniforms of nudity march over open hearts
Sweetly and sickly scented by roses
And your world id crushing you like those flowers
By scripts written into your skinwith the in of thorns
Ashen faces sink into silence
All lonesome trends brush shoulders
All of last nights degredation
Builds foundations on us both.