Album: Bitter Quill

Kaleidoscape

Sheltering her battered body through these muddy trenches
Just to have her in my arms helps me regain my senses
Pieces still escape me, but at least I have a rough idea
Connect this face with this embrace, brilliant patterns chase me as I run

Why must they pursue me?
What will they do to me?

Stranded in Winter, she seems so dear to me

A name she whispers holds no meaning to this fractured soldier
All I know is all she is and that I need to hold her
Feel as though my world will always lie beneath the mire
Strain for any hint of reason even as I tire

What will they do to me?
Why must they pursue me?

Stranded in Winter, she seems so dear to me

Fucked beyond all hope of ever being integrated
We lie shaking under bridges with our souls degraded
Mask of innocence, hiding decadence, too much anguish, too much sorrow
I'm without my conscience if you've one to borrow

What will they do to me?

Stranded in Winter, she seems so dear to me