Jäger Volant - Prototype Lyrics

Falling in a pointless rut of
Second hand nostalgia rotting
Away from the inside but the
Sufferings exquisite

That I may know a sleep that comes
Unhithered and unweighted by
Memory, infects my every step towards release

The lingering
The lingering
The lingering
The lingering

Wafting scent that beckons me in
To a cracked and dim tableau
Cast off trinkets strewn out, laid bare
Sepia toned decay

Clutching to a picture of a
Perfect time that never was
Ideal as we'd want it to
Be flawless imperfection

Could've, might've... never will know
Looping over endless days
Festering in recall, choking
Down the muddied waters

Cut away and cast off every
Vile and malignant tie
Binding me in stagnant acts of
Pointless flagellation

Ca - thar -sis

Crafted by my own hand I'm a
Thing that must be made anew
Bent by will as easy into
Art or cruel weapon