Times Of Grace by Neurosis
the presence unfound comes to me now
endure, see this knowledge denied out of mind
to deny ú until i say ú feed us alive
sight as i speak ú inside us born
cherished and driven
the secrets of stars hide within the grey
this grey will fade, so will the stars cease to shine
fear realized ú come as shape ú feed desolate
cull the snake, cull path to god
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