Opaline

Our bloom of grey deterred the faith
Sculpting time around you for longer
Exist in numb, yearn for relief
Fear could hold a presence for longer

Starved of the light
Starved of the light

Cradle to the grave, a void of hate
Locked away to serve you for longer

Fear could hold a presence for longer
Starved of the light

Our bloom of grey deterred the faith
Sculpting time around you for longer