Lies of Autumn 歌词

	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.

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