"You are poisoned by despair, pressed upon By recognition of its own excision and emptiness A dying sense of existence sharpned its razors enough And you lied bleeding to death Only the ravens whirled above you Whirled and fade away"
"You are poisoned by despair, pressed upon By recognition of its own excision and emptiness A dying sense of existence sharpned its razors enough And you lied bleeding to death Only the ravens whirled above you Whirled and fade away"