...and Then It Passes Lyrics
| Song | ...and Then It Passes |
| Artist | Cryptopsy |
| Album | And Then You´ll Beg |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The distance it allows at first | |
| The change is felt through the air | |
| The mother of nature speaks discontently | |
| As death tends to whisper defiance | |
| Thinks it´s surprising, fully expected | |
| Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden | |
| There to accomodate | |
| A more sensible whiskey warmth | |
| Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls | |
| Bleak ember grey, dismal drear | |
| Catastrophic in its own simple right | |
| Tolerance as low as low | |
| Unfortunately cold is cold | |
| Scold the mother whore | |
| For shaking the season´s core | |
| Unprepared as always | |
| Suspiciously sneaking into | |
| Mammoth proportions | |
| An emblem of frigid bones | |
| And desolate hopes | |
| The here is now | |
| An icy adversary of a piercing sort | |
| Wintry blue lunacy in the eyes | |
| No choice but to hibernate | |
| Against these skies | |
| Biting bitterness | |
| Bitten Blizzard blowing | |
| Nipping at the fine line of your neck | |
| Horrendous glacial | |
| Facial disfiguration | |
| Beaten red raw by the arctic fist | |
| Pummelled quite considerably | |
| Frozen bricks hold the spirit down | |
| Destined to find the elusive shelter | |
| Set aside reclusion from the numbing mind | |
| Winteresque barren portrait | |
| Painted miserably white | |
| Living Earth | |
| Postponed in bereavement | |
| Temporarily cessated | |
| Untimely anytime | |
| This unthawing persistance | |
| Our fine feathered friends | |
| Seem smarter than they appear | |
| Should´ve scrambled to join them | |
| On these months that are so feared | |
| Ferocious gusts, tempestuous winds | |
| Drifting bales, infinitized | |
| Unbeareble haze | |
| Trapped like a rat in a maze | |
| Just when you thought enough was too much | |
| For the desperate masses... and then it passes |
| The distance it allows at first | |
| The change is felt through the air | |
| The mother of nature speaks discontently | |
| As death tends to whisper defiance | |
| Thinks it s surprising, fully expected | |
| Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden | |
| There to accomodate | |
| A more sensible whiskey warmth | |
| Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls | |
| Bleak ember grey, dismal drear | |
| Catastrophic in its own simple right | |
| Tolerance as low as low | |
| Unfortunately cold is cold | |
| Scold the mother whore | |
| For shaking the season s core | |
| Unprepared as always | |
| Suspiciously sneaking into | |
| Mammoth proportions | |
| An emblem of frigid bones | |
| And desolate hopes | |
| The here is now | |
| An icy adversary of a piercing sort | |
| Wintry blue lunacy in the eyes | |
| No choice but to hibernate | |
| Against these skies | |
| Biting bitterness | |
| Bitten Blizzard blowing | |
| Nipping at the fine line of your neck | |
| Horrendous glacial | |
| Facial disfiguration | |
| Beaten red raw by the arctic fist | |
| Pummelled quite considerably | |
| Frozen bricks hold the spirit down | |
| Destined to find the elusive shelter | |
| Set aside reclusion from the numbing mind | |
| Winteresque barren portrait | |
| Painted miserably white | |
| Living Earth | |
| Postponed in bereavement | |
| Temporarily cessated | |
| Untimely anytime | |
| This unthawing persistance | |
| Our fine feathered friends | |
| Seem smarter than they appear | |
| Should ve scrambled to join them | |
| On these months that are so feared | |
| Ferocious gusts, tempestuous winds | |
| Drifting bales, infinitized | |
| Unbeareble haze | |
| Trapped like a rat in a maze | |
| Just when you thought enough was too much | |
| For the desperate masses... and then it passes |
| The distance it allows at first | |
| The change is felt through the air | |
| The mother of nature speaks discontently | |
| As death tends to whisper defiance | |
| Thinks it s surprising, fully expected | |
| Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden | |
| There to accomodate | |
| A more sensible whiskey warmth | |
| Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls | |
| Bleak ember grey, dismal drear | |
| Catastrophic in its own simple right | |
| Tolerance as low as low | |
| Unfortunately cold is cold | |
| Scold the mother whore | |
| For shaking the season s core | |
| Unprepared as always | |
| Suspiciously sneaking into | |
| Mammoth proportions | |
| An emblem of frigid bones | |
| And desolate hopes | |
| The here is now | |
| An icy adversary of a piercing sort | |
| Wintry blue lunacy in the eyes | |
| No choice but to hibernate | |
| Against these skies | |
| Biting bitterness | |
| Bitten Blizzard blowing | |
| Nipping at the fine line of your neck | |
| Horrendous glacial | |
| Facial disfiguration | |
| Beaten red raw by the arctic fist | |
| Pummelled quite considerably | |
| Frozen bricks hold the spirit down | |
| Destined to find the elusive shelter | |
| Set aside reclusion from the numbing mind | |
| Winteresque barren portrait | |
| Painted miserably white | |
| Living Earth | |
| Postponed in bereavement | |
| Temporarily cessated | |
| Untimely anytime | |
| This unthawing persistance | |
| Our fine feathered friends | |
| Seem smarter than they appear | |
| Should ve scrambled to join them | |
| On these months that are so feared | |
| Ferocious gusts, tempestuous winds | |
| Drifting bales, infinitized | |
| Unbeareble haze | |
| Trapped like a rat in a maze | |
| Just when you thought enough was too much | |
| For the desperate masses... and then it passes |
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