Haste the Day - An Adult Tree
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So cold,
Your icy fingers around my neck
You offer these rotten apples
Begging me to taste and see
I'll take just one bite
I know you're coming like a bad dream
When the demons fall to place
Perverting all the answers
Corrupting what's inside you
Believing everything
Cut deeper to the core
But we know what's inside
Go to bed, young dreamer
A prophet you'll arise to call us out
Go to bed, young dreamer
You tell of our decline
But you follow us down
The breath of a fallen angel
brings death if you breathe it in
Breathe it in
Breathe it in
Although you know what dwells inside
The breath of a fallen angel
brings death if you breathe it in
To bite down, to chew, and to swallow
To muscle it down to dissolve
Bed ridden,