Metamorph Songtext
von Exovex

As faces age with time and desperation
Voices crystalize
Into the chemistry of a memory that comforts me
In the waning hours as I descend
Everyday... slipping away
Spinning the silk of my own cocoon on a distant moon
Severing ties with painful goodbyes
It′s no surprise that I would choose solitude So I guess, at best, I'm blessed with a blindness
That keeps me synchronized
With the chemistry of the memories that come to me
Sealed inside my satellite
My words rise like a fever in the thinning air
And collect themselves in darker corners
Saying nothing... and getting me nowhere