Apostasy - Novembers Doom

I wished my life away

Brutal dreams have gone to pass

I’ve made mistakes that have led me here

Forward punishment is regret

I seek the pale fog that creeps so close the earth

Crawling through the muck

The storm approaches from the past

The aftermath of fractured lives

I seek the pale fog that creeps so close the earth

Crawling through the muck

I saw your God today

Washed up on the shore with a feeble moan

His flesh was pale, his eyes were hollow

Deceiving life in the setting sun

Your God is dead

A shallow hole to hide the truth

Missing the earth so they can see

Stone-cutter will leave his mark

The hammer swings so violently

Calling words with archaic means

Contemplate apostasy

And a desperate attempt at redemption

The pathetic urge to continue the run

I seek the pale fog that creeps so close the earth

Crawling through the muck

I saw your God today

Washed up on the shore with a feeble moan

His flesh was pale, his eyes were hollow

Deceiving life in the setting sun

Your God is dead