Fruit of the South Lyrics


Shattered gaze

As I drown

Tyranny of my own reflection

From the mirror,

Underneath

I succumb to the siren song of dust

Yes the thorn

Is what I seek

I thrive under the black moon of thieves

Oh my grave

Oh my gallows

Breathing in the pungent reek of death

Tyranny of my own reflection

Tyranny of self…

Across the sea

It travels down

Boxes locked up

Hidden from the eyes

Fruit of the south

Tires me, washes me out

See my soul, my soul is white