Flight of the new moon eclipse
Darkness, my accomplice in this hell which I exist
Careening through the brambles; search for a spirit sign
Burrs stick to my arms and ankles; deer ticks lick my wounds
In the distant horizon, wind whispers chill
Before me, apparitions reveal their inner mystery
Lost in the moment of mystique, fashioned out of fear
I can sense my end is near
Darkside NYC - Vacant Sense Eruption Lyrics
Darkside NYC - Vacant Sense Eruption Lyrics
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Flight of the new moon eclipse
Darkness, my accomplice in this hell which I exist
Careening through the brambles; search for a spirit sign
Burrs stick to my arms and ankles; deer ticks lick my wounds
In the distant horizon, wind whispers chill
Before me, apparitions reveal their inner mystery
Lost in the moment of mystique, fashioned out of fear
I can sense my end is near
Darkness, my accomplice in this hell which I exist
Careening through the brambles; search for a spirit sign
Burrs stick to my arms and ankles; deer ticks lick my wounds
In the distant horizon, wind whispers chill
Before me, apparitions reveal their inner mystery
Lost in the moment of mystique, fashioned out of fear
I can sense my end is near
Writer: Rich O'Brien
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid