Old Bones - Promethee

You see yourself

As the last of a dying breed

You won’t be missed

Along with your dying creed

The maladies seeps in at an early stage

Innocence lost won’t be the one to blame

We persist on living throughout what they narrate

Innocence lost won’t be the one to blame

What have these old bones

Ever done for you

Have they ever told you any of the truth

What have these old bones

Ever done for you

Do you feel secure

Secluded away

In fear

I will wait for all of this to fade away

Will this state of dread

Ever die away

Cave in to the thought of you giving in