Subterfuge - Dååth

It’s your fault, you tell your tales of loss

You clam that’s not your fault

But you don’t see yourself, inside your tomb

Your mind’s unable to solve

The end shall never resolve

Your filthy thoughts rejoice

In its lie…

Your face is covered in

Webs spun from words without worth

Entangled in my world

I digest my offerings

Your mind’s unable to solve

The end shall never resolve

Your filthy thoughts rejoice

In its lie…

Your face is covered in

Webs spun from words without worth

Entangled in my world

I digest my offerings

Lost consumed inside — madness

Bile, spewing forth — fountains

It exudes petty — failings

You’re so blind for too long

Your face is/your face is/your face is covered in

Webs spun from words without worth

Entangled in my world

I digest my offerings

It’s your fault, you tell your tales of loss

You clam that’s not your fault

But you don’t see yourself, inside your tomb

Inside your tomb/inside your tomb

Inside your…

Tomb…/tomb…/tomb…/tomb…/tomb…/tomb…