Frailty Paroles

I seek the words and find myself
A work of frail mockery

The moon I warn her because
The night's pitiful, dark despair

Chorus:

Wilting life is why they come to you
Drowning in their raining eyes
Feeding silently off your contempt

Verse 2:

The moonlight unfurls
Over my widow still
And to the glass it cries
Of the bitter cold outside
The night's pitiful, dark despair

Chorus (X2)

Wilting life is why they come to you
Drowning in their raining eyes
Feeding silently off your contempt