Deserts from Petrichor by Iron & Stone

All that what i am saying
Been told a thousand times
It will never be one too much
Never repeated enough
My voice will get just louder
As your choir is cranking up
Volume doesn’t prove content
Screaming doesn’t make you right

Loneliness inside
Lost beyond control
The joyful throes of life choking words of hate
Words in vain

Unable to feel sorrow
Blind eyes glare in the dark
Desperately reaching out
Feverish souls are numb
The futile non-event
You have been longing for
Supremacy of petty minds
Foolishness of weaker man

Loneliness inside
Lost beyond recall
The joyful throes of life choking words of hate
Words in vain
Trail of dead

Unveiling anguish a frail costume collapses
It‘s a surrender to the void in blind obedience to a faith
Oh how the rats will lead the way
In spite of everything you‘ve learned
Denying our collective lore
The horizon crashes down on you
Your life has withered away pathetic efforts fail
The joyful throes of death

In this desert you walk alone
And in the end only regret
A barren land a life undone
Hear my words

• Rock
• doom
• heavy rock
• Hildesheim