Текст песни Wither

I slowly turn laying virtue asunder

Entreating love come hither (to me)

Standing before her clad in disease

I see all things wither in her

My fleeting eyes see her with deathly pallor

My worthlessness brings me here to lie

I fill my cup over with deceit

I see all things die

In her eyes I see hordes writhing without aim

In her eyes I see tears that are only for my shame

Show to me love for it's nowhere to be found

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In her eyes I see hordes writhing without aim

In her eyes I see tears that are only for my shame

Here I stand complacency upon my lips while harboring

Fear and loathing, self-deception

Vanity whose lips are so sweet

Then I feed these pale children

Cowering before me like dogs

I take their hands and lead them down

To view the setting of the sun

Where myself and the world

We decline as one