Minor Progressions - Runescarred

The closer we float to this endless nothingness

The pull of the void holds us tighter with empty arms

Double back — nose to nose with the wasteland

The bones of salvation gift wrapped in the sand

But a shilling shy at the edge of the river

Our host is gracious and allows us aboard

A twisted axis, cocked and wobbled

Should the blind never see?

How many years will it take to learn?

In ten we drown

But in five we burn

The chorus is scattered, a refrain unsung

Minor progressions as we herald in the cold embrace of the sun

Minor progressions into the cold embrace of the sun

And here are, dance upon the precipice

A duet balancing will and ignorance

Over the edge, over the world, over the pit

A graceful fall to death from twisted pirouette

Our face in the bedrock

Our head covered in brine

Entombed with the advancement we sought

Stepping backwards, progressing in reverse

Adorned in stupidity

Adoring the perverse

The chorus is scattered, a refrain unsung

Minor progressions as we herald in the cold embrace of the sun

Minor progressions into the cold embrace of the sun

Nine and seven, zero and one

A million voices singing for none

The chorus is scattered, a refrain unsung

Minor progressions as we herald in the cold embrace of the sun

Minor progressions into the cold embrace of the sun