Dark Tranquillity

Music: Henriksson, Johansson, Sundin
Words: Sundin
Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves
I bury the normal years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcise these searing, peaking tongues
Immune you say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of vision
A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retrieve my stolen language