Lyrics: Necrophagist. Epitaph.

Leaves fall in the autumn
Of lives that appear
To be worthless to some
Utmost ignorant

Expectations shift in the eye
Of the beholder, behold

Tears drop from the eye
Of lives paled
As jealousy fools
A mind distorted

Expectations shift in the eye
Of the beholder, behold

One wishes existence
To be of fulfillment
But leaves bend to the will
Of winds blowing

To foresee the end
Of a soul, Epitaph

Claim to foresee
The end of a soul
Premature Epitaph

To foresee the end
Of a soul, Epitaph