and the solemn verse resounds heavy lies the twisted crown as it hovers above the disgrace ive become like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin like a scar from a sore like a stain thats set in i wallow in what i could have been take me away away from this place come like a thief in the night be a rapture and take me away from these sentiments turned sediment from this crude cast of our intent from the boulder we cant set aside come like a thief in the night be my vision and take me away with all the pigments that youve shed im the heir of empty breaths of sulfur and sweat im the king of what could have been i have wed my regret shes my blushing bride like an ache like a cramp i cant lose so i wallow in what i could have been be a fleeting glimpse of what could have been that comes to me every now and again and ill just pretend to carry on carelessly your glimpses are ever fleeting youre the crutch on which im leaning come to me hold me up be my splint my stilt be my brace be mine so i can carry on carelessly
['dreamo', 'progressive post-hardcore', 'screamo']