The Solipsist by Avhath Lyrics

We’re not defined by the time
Toughen the knot and symphony will rhyme
These sparse of solitaries
Sentiments of a man

My fear against the ground
Would it all make sense now?
Dead wretched opossum lay, the moon is risen in my last day

Ain’t we all just imageries of our past?

Ask me to sing the rest
Ache that forever rests
Harrows the idea of silent quest

The idea of living
For forever, for what we desire, the mutual solace