["As the title suggests, this song is about promises we make throughout our lives. Fortunately or not, we always end up being not able to fulfill most of them. And it happens not because we want it to be this way. It just happens. Noone makes a promise that sounds impossible to themselves. Life is chaotic. And nothing stands up the same in chaos. Keeping that in mind, there should not be thoughts such as "forever". All pledges are vile in this chaos we call life".]
bitter ode that gradually wilt
an immense abode for the mentally ill
by the hands of mishap it was built
an irony that smoothly undoes the seal
cure me evoking labored truths
as I am prostate under this log
lure me into following you
devious words coming from the fog
I watch you from the slits in desolation
I call you through the ripples in immolation
I stalk you through the woods in desecration
I foresee your flickering self-obliteration
vile pledge (to be forevermore secluded)
diving into idleness (bereavement's cold caress)
this excuse, released through the fever
chosen sufferings playing the deceiver?
plagues are fast, the dews keep aching
spells are cast, parasites procreating
but the rain is gone
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