Searching for something on the outside To scatter seeds that i will never sow Waning, wasting on the inside I found nothing at the end of the road A blackened path The flash of teeth To light up the dark For the long deceased And now the grass is withering under my feet I could say i'm sorry but i wouldn't mean it Searching for something on the outside To scatter seeds that i will never sow Waning, wasting on the inside I found nothing at the end of the road Wither (and waste away) Running (from slow decay) The unholy (speaks my name) A blackened path do all obey Wither (and waste away) Running (from slow decay) The unholy (speaks my name) A blackened path do all obey