Contamination from Terminal by North Star the Wanderer

once precious, now soiled
once pure, now worthless mess
once as true as a lie told by all and believed

it started as a stain on the ceiling
slowly spreading, so strange
a sorrow profound comes down over everything
I am contamination
I'm poison

you are you and I me
a fever fantasy
I expect you to fight until your last breath
it's the way of the world since the day I was born
and the day before
and the day before that
I expect nothing less

cold on a winter morning
pale as a plaster cast, a mask of death
your sorrow leaked out and down through the floorboards
I am contamination
I'm poison
I'm not the end
just the end of the line

• Metal
• doom metal
• heavy rock
• post-rock
• progressive metal
• sludge metal
• Boston