Break You
Lamb Of God
3:36As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, Thoughts turn acrid and curl Like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. Step into this decay and experience dissolution. Crucified on a plank of cruelty, Crucified on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. Immobile for the cold duration. Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.