Lyrics Life. a Prologue of Death - Unprocessed

Life. a Prologue of Death

Steal beams sprout their branches over streetvales
Grey forests spit fire and noise
Scattered details sprawl out of the glut
An epilogue of constant, rhythmic breath
Streams of stifling wind that creeps in the lungs
And into everybody’s mind
The fear
To be on a pointless way
To strive
For the perfection in death
Soughing breath of lonesome furnaces
Rattling bronchia vomit blood
Shattered heads rest at the kerbstone
Mournful distance shimmers in vapour
Hordes of aliens shovel guts into the night
And warm rain trickles down the drain
The raw
Footsteps on the pointless way
That strive
Until there’s nothing at all