Crooked Smile
Wanderer
I dwell in the darkness of the forest as the tempest screams overhead
As wolves come in droves
An unquenchable bloodlust sets in
As I lose myself, slow decline is felt
So move the arrow on the dial
There will be no final words
Just a malicious crooked smile
So write me off as a lost cause
Laid to rest
Death to your false god
You'll burn on your cross
Lost inside a failing mind
Dead ends are all I'll find
There is no solace to be found
Drain the blood from my veins
