Fall, rewrite.

Tape the noise.

Weeks are spent

Miles below us

All that's left of your harvest

The fruit of your carnage

Steal delight

So empty and wild

Above us

All that's left are your highs

And so was I

Runaway child

Runaway we sever love

That you hoped for

In your haste

You were there for me

You were there you lit the light

That took the darkness

From my taste

Shame on your fathers

Dropping all your loving daughters

To the bones

See your bloodlines

'Neath the autumn whispers

I am made to wander

I am made to plunder

Her. Her.

Her. Her.

For what?

Runaway child

Runaway we sever love

That you hoped for

In your haste

You were there for me

You were there you lit the light

That took the darkness

From my taste

Shame on your fathers

Dropping all your loving daughters

To the bones

See your bloodlines

'Neath the autumn whispers

I am made to wander

I am made to plunder

Runaway child

This was only our mistake

Runaway child

Heed the biding of the day