Iridescence

Iridescence - Novembre
Must clean up the way until
There is no one left alive
And then there is always someone
Begging for the light
Endtime!
Time, torn and thrown into
Pre existential oceans, pre ritual
Must clean up the way till
There's no trace left of me
Endtime!
Did I see me last night?
Then denied it today?
Same solitude rite, done again?
It pours down upon me
Disgorging down from above.
And now it's too late.
Now, how are you tonight?
Is there any way I could be of help tonight?
I write a vomit serenade of living yesterdays
I'll show you tonight that
No one really wants to listen to a song that really hurts
Who'd ever want a love like a rainbow in the rain
Iridescent but vain
I thought you would lie
Next to me in this bed of swallowed time
And deceiving the autumn
And all the remaining time
And deceiving the horror
The pest and the relative slime
And the cancers and darkness
Behind the doors at night
Today all these things are unaware
Must clean up the way
Until there's not a soul left by my side
But there's always a little sign of someone
Meant to take good care of your heart