This life as a dagger

It took me almost a year to come
I thought I’d appear here prior
Therefor shorter was the time
Until I found the place you sleep

Our past caught up with me again
This horizon of mountains, as always threathening
Rose up behind me, anything but well-disposed
Like an all shattering orb

Well, that escaleted quickly, unsurprisingly
Cause as we know now, we were raised by wolves
So take care if you fuck with the past
The past at least won‘t fuck you

Never ever, this melancholy will pass
I set a foot in our city and I feel so relegated
The days we lived here as kids, don’t seem too far gone
As we hid in these fields together and bolt into the rye

I destroyed their childhood memories in getting our things straight
And in doing so, I tried to set their world on fire
Now I came for your graveyard, for the very first time these days
Finally set out for a fleeting visit in the dead of a night

I carried this picture for the last twohundredth and eighty days
Just to put it near your last smile so near but far beyond
Then I did all my tweak and sniffed it off your tombstone
Oh believe me brother, I gulped it all in one

I’ll never write peace on your wings and let you simmer wordlessly
You promised me, that if we leave this place, we set free as one
But you spoke the words of a coward! Fuck! What have you done?!
Now I will smell this scorched earth until I retire my own worn body
Or I will finally choke on this citys mephitic air

Never ever, this melancholy will pass
I set a foot in our city and I feel so relegate
The days we lived here as kids, don’t seem too far gone
As we hid in these fields together and bolt into the rye

And bolt into the rye