Pirouetting through articles, like the sailing leaves of autumn
Cataloguing 'reality's imprint' into a library, to be exiled and forgiven
The vault is quicksand
Entrenching the cradled nightmares
Enshrining the captive dreams
A soft melody aids this dance of loss;
But the notes on this scale are out of tune
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
