Lirieke: From Autumn to Ashes. Travel.

Next time we walk down to the docks
While welcoming the morning sun
We'll share rations of bread with
Drifters and deceivers know I only see
This hour after evenings of infamy

There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be so so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
You're grinding your teeth down to powder

And how rewarding is it just to be alive
We could have residence in the worst prison
That happens when you die
And have no friends to carry caskets
In the saddest procession

And those people love to say
They're sorry when your soul departs
But they recover oh so quick

There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be so so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
You're grinding your teeth down to powder

Oh, right now

There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be so so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
You're grinding your teeth down to powder