Decrepit Canyons

I long to lead you to the psychosis of your existence Toward the ill repute of your identity something amiss has transpired I would rather wish you gone before too much is said I would rather wish you gone before too much is said I long to lead you to the barbed wire crawling around my fingers Or perchance you rather fancy the sun-set epigone As you have taken much and I so little As you have taken much and I so little I long to lead you to my inimitable skeleton assortment Of primordial fossils and domestics departed Highland mammals unknown Highland mammals unknown I long to lead you to my rickety heights To the sheer drop from which they have risen and fallen The decrepit canyons chilled with black fog The decrepit canyons chilled with black fog I long to lead you to the fingers scratching the backbone Every tip stroke leaving a detailed marking They possess your hidden origin They possess your hidden origin I long to lead you to my clouded eyes that see all And the squalid corrosion that cakes my lungs Through the cavity I was born Through the cavity I was born I hunt for you…in the decrepit canyons chilled with black fog I hunt for you…in the decrepit canyons chilled with black fog I hunt for you…in the decrepit canyons chilled with black fog I hunt for you…in the decrepit canyons chilled with black fog