Lyrics

MESS OF DARK

How low will memory go?
What a lonely mess of dark
How low in my adorn

I stroll aside myself
And cling to life on a charm, on a farm, and it’s funny
And I don’t wanna need to fool out my energy
I don’t wanna need to kill my senses to be free

Alone, it’s hard to go
What a lonely, sorry load
How low in my alone