The Nerve
Traverser
Ask not the weather descending Take not the fruit of the vine Want not desire the ending I know, I know, it grows A slow death From the outside Get in my head Carry me over again These scavengers always come Beyond the grave, your gone Ask not the rain unrelenting Waste not the noose in your mind Want not desire the ending I know, I know, it grows A slow death From the outside Get in my head Carry me over again These scavengers always come Beyond the grave, your gone