Obscured Lyrics

Rushing down the creek
With a sincere deathwish

Longing for a form
Craving the dark

Leaving the sunset
Of a dying world

I can no longer stand it
I can no longer feel it burn

In slow motion it creeps upon the shadow of hope

Hateful deceit is begging to confront the weak
Always the weak

Never shall I feel the cold winds
Upon my skin
Never shall I feel the grasp of life
Make a fool of me

Alone again, I'm standing in a forest of tombs.
There's no closure in the end. No sign of color.
The sorrow is growing endlessly, I can feel it burning

There's no one here
All has gone away
The winds howl no more
The whole world has gone down in a maelstrom