Settler -

The air sings a song of disharmony

She’s been looking for a safe place

But it isn’t me

When you think that your wounds have healed

Here I am to make them fresh

It was only a matter of time

I fell onto my own sharp tongue

Sentenced to bleed eternally

I died for my own sins

But there is no forgiveness here

Keep searching for that peace you need

Because it isn’t me

I am passion

I am disease

I am the weight that brings you to your knees

I am fire

Burning through the trees

Whn I left I took the colors of the laves