As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curl
Like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. step into this
Decay and experience dissolution. crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucified
On a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. immobile for the cold
Duration. huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.

Composição: Abe Spear / Chris Adler / John Campbell / Mark Morton / Randy Blythe