Traveller's Wounds

Music by: Chris Harms & Corvin Bahn

Lyrics by: Chris Harms & Anthony J. Brown

Lyrics:

 

Recently bereaved

A tourist with no trail

Distant from the sane

That voice repeats a phrase

Does such confusion

Serve to amuse you?

Change this gruesome tune

 

Talk to a lonesome traveller

Yet there's nobody else in here

The ache of loss is so severe

I shiver in the chromosphere

And miss machine found her soulmate

That swine 6942.8

He lasts all night without a break

Her lubricant, my one keepsake

 

I've witnessed tortures

Lows life should not know

The most hellish place

Lies inside the mind

Do my delusions

Serve to amuse you?

These traveller's wounds?

 

In this ocean of emptiness

I sail along under duress

In my decline I've acquiesced

Madness and guild did coalesce

Plagued by a visit to the past

An impotent iconoclast

Whose version of that final dance

Will make a grave for circumstance

 

Ego is such a reckless beast

An enemy of the deceased

The poisoned soul with no retreat

Turn back, accept you face defeat

Moros has an ambassador

Grieving his lifeless passenger

If you like passions massacred

Talk to the lonesome traveller