Fate Is Smiling - Attrition

I’m picking fruit

From forbidden trees

While leaves are falling

Autumn’s calling

My breath is drawing into me Smile

So stick a needle in my eye

Searching

Hang the daylight up to dry

Looking for the permanent high

Goodbye

I know I can be anyone

I am the father, lover, son

And age is immaterial

When every day I wake again

Weelcome to the dream that you were thinking of Welcome to the world that you were dreaming of Welcome to your execution