KaKa - King Locust

Something that you said is living in my head Grows nightly inside me And though my dream exists, memory persists To fight me, despite me Silver words you spoke, under your breath Making whirlwinds in my head "There is a light shining for you", he said, "That doesn't shine here for me too", he said So passion echoes doubtfully And falls against the walls of my dream Through open pores, tiny trickles to the sea The story as is read is hanging by a thread Tread lightly, slightly, so lightly And, leaving me exposed, the folie I proposed Has fooled me, ruled me, ridiculed me Silver words ' spoke, under my breath Making whirlwinds in my head "Do they really deserve you? ", he said "Have my words really fooled you? ", he said And passion echoes doubtfully And falls against the walls of my dream

Sweet caress Grazes my skin It's loveless These hooks sink in Behind an angel's disguise An insect preys Mandibles cut like a knife The reckoning Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Descending Down they come, the swarm of locust Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls, consume the harvest Young and old Suffer unto the locust Surrender These veins are bled Devoured Nothing sacred Strings pull the marionettes See how they dance Upon the winds that beget Our pestilence Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Descending Down they come, the swarm of locust Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls, consume the harvest Young and old Suffer unto the locust Bleeding from my eyes This plague is sent to erase us Bleeding from inside These vermin can't infiltrate us Faith appears and holds a candle Hark the angels sing Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Tear the veil, the lies derail Purity ever will prevail Trumpets sound the shattered crown Halos of truth now they surround The charade comes down Down they come, the swarm of locust Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Young and old suffer unto the locust Down they come, the swarm of locust Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Young and old Suffer unto the locust