Текст песни Burn The Priest - Lies Of Autumn

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