Days Of Neon Grey

At factions of it's former glory
glittering soul of cold decay, i know
dulls the edge keeps us afloat
above these days of neon grey, i know
go away

trembling smoke and patient mirrors
remnants ofthe couvert feasts
our rittuals of self deletion
erode the men and leave the beats

miles below the coronaries
of this city we could lie
wide awake and atrophying
humming tuneless lullabies

At factions of it's former glory
glittering soul of cold decay, i know
dulls the edge keeps us afloat
above these days of neon grey, i know
go away

master, haste, the night is fleeting, and the pawns have left the dance
static broken by the ramblings
of the shepherds and the lambs

purpose and determination
in gods of a blinded man
mere shackles we long cast aside
a phantom weight though, now and then

At factions of it's former glory
glittering soul of cold decay, i know
dulls the edge keeps us afloat
above these days of neon grey, i know
go away

with the gates you welded shut
and the saints you scared away
go away