A Throne of Melancholy

Farrago, the utter end My loneliness casts my own defeat Among them, they knew the truth But they turn their backs away Silence my idea Letting life obscure Into my own grief Just another cloud Hear what night has to say You can face tomorrow in your eyes Escape the shadows hunting you I can see the venom through the face of pain Wounds of self-deception Waiting for the final sign A throne of melancholy I can see the venom through the face of pain is my only guide Waiting for the final sign Being none My innocence is taking over I'm becoming something new in power now I rest myself and cast aside All the things I used to be All the things I used to see Intricate waves of sadness I can see the venom through the face of pain Wounds of self-deception Waiting for the final sign This quiet night You can face tomorrow in your eyes Escape the shadows hunting you I can see the venom through the face of pain Wounds of self-deception Waiting for the final sign A throne of melancholy I can see the venom through the face of pain is my only guide Waiting for the final sign A throne of melancholy A throne of melancholy

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025