Passage
Brenden Gunn, Chris Doyle, Peter Sacco
Passage
It's easier in these daydreams
I left behind
I left behind the lows
As far as these souls
My motion through other lives
Stygian drink for your woes
Parasitic cross-eyes
Sickly cleaving axe blows
Broken sickly hallowed gates
I felt the eye
My skin it always turns white
The sea of death always rises