Obsidian Oblivion - Say Hi

I brace myself, the winter’s coming in

It looks like death and smells like cinnamon

The owls, faun and poisonous flora

Monotony, monopoly and cruft

Don’t drown again, oblivion

Don’t drown again, oblivion

Don’t drown again, oblivion

Don’t drown again, oblivion

I lose myself in Euro television

I practice isms in new languages

I grow my hairs and beards down to the floors

I lock all six deadbolts on wooden doors

Don’t drown again, oblivion

Don’t drown again, oblivion

Don’t drown again, oblivion

Don’t drown again, oblivion