The Prophet

Haste the Day - An Adult Tree

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So cold,

Your icy fingers around my neck

You offer these rotten apples

Begging me to taste and see

I'll take just one bite

I know you're coming like a bad dream

When the demons fall to place

Perverting all the answers

Corrupting what's inside you

Believing everything

Cut deeper to the core

But we know what's inside

Go to bed, young dreamer

A prophet you'll arise to call us out

Go to bed, young dreamer

You tell of our decline

But you follow us down

The breath of a fallen angel

brings death if you breathe it in

Breathe it in

Breathe it in

Although you know what dwells inside

The breath of a fallen angel

brings death if you breathe it in

To bite down, to chew, and to swallow

To muscle it down to dissolve

Bed ridden, shivering fever

Follow it down

Your icy fingers around my neck

Offering destruction

They're begging me to taste and see

So I take just one bite

It's the poison in your veins

And it's the shiver down your spine

Go deeper to the cut

But we know what's inside

To bite down, to chew, and to swallow

To muscle it down to dissolve

Bed ridden, shivering fever

Follow it down

And we know you'll bite down

And you'll follow us into the ground

And we know you'll bite down

And you'll follow us into the ground

We know what's inside

Go to bed, young dreamer

A prophet you'll arise to call us out

Go to bed, young dreamer

You tell of our decline

But you follow us down