Pitch Black Cold - Swordplay

In the nineties, you were a pharaoh still

A snake wrapped on your arm

You were ancient, though you’d been resting up

There was a fire in your heart

And everyone that you ever loved

Was standing by your side

They were holding you up into the light

There were embers in your eyes

And now

Breathing in the smoke

Standing in the cloud

It’s pitch black cold

Could it ever have been like we thought it was?

How would we be able to tell?

We were injured in our former lives

No one in this one could help

We were tricked into your anecdotes

A poet in your time

You were lost among your roses

And the smoke plumes in the sky

And now

Breathing in the smoke

Standing in the cloud

It’s pitch black cold

Breathing in the smoke

Standing in your cloud

It’s pitch black cold now

Breathing in the smoke

Standing in your cloud

It’s pitch black cold now