EVERY BIT OF

I’m going down
To the fields of no green
I’m going down
To the twisting streets of oubliette
And I long
I long for retribution
For my long lost innocence
I crave
I crave for light and warmth
For my blood stands stagnant
I’m running wild
To the ends of absolution
And I seek
I seek to reach my goal
Of which I know not a thing
I’m going down
To the plains of endless hunting
I crawl and hide to outwit my pursuers
I’m going down
Into the bottomless oceans
To find a course without tears, without pain
And I mourn
I mourn for loving moments of the past