Buttersnips — Periphery

Repose Flesh of the ground deny Kneel and grieve Beseeching to no avail Myth strikes our being

Human existence Jaded by its progress Feeding, a manifest of the shadow Redefine the absolute

Crashing down Through their eyes One can see Fear sustained Weakened by their minds Caught in disbelief Don't deny All shall see Vacant souls Shaping commonality

In this moment we cannot deny what we are Form a memory on turning wings And carve a way to ascension

Pray, withdrawn you just weep, Alone, Wait for a chance to grow Culture folds The falling of love The darkness above

Repose within our numbers Walking with a taste Transposed image of being Lost beyond the frame, end of days

This time all memories surpass Embrace In time all sense of life decays Descend Again All shall return to the sand through forever We cycle again Re-Ignite Savior ablaze Never ending Return to me