Texty: A Cursive Lie. Other. Perceptory.

The Beauty of the Mountains, of which I can not describe.
God help us live a life worthy, help me show others the way.
I know i'm not what I wanted, I'm not my everything.
So what if this life is comfort, all it is is a get a way. Then all this life i've been living meaningless to me.

go run away into the dark
carrying yourself from your shaddow.

But way down south, you're no good there, way down south

(Thanks to Josiah for these lyrics)