Obsidian Oblivion

I brace myself, the winter's coming in
It looks like death and smells like cinnamon
The owls, faun and poisonous flora
Monotony, monopoly and cruft

Don’t drown again, oblivion
Don't drown again, oblivion
Don't drown again, oblivion
Don’t drown again, oblivion

I lose myself in Euro television
I practice isms in new languages
I grow my hairs and beards down to the floors
I lock all six deadbolts on wooden doors

Don't drown again, oblivion
Don't drown again, oblivion
Don't drown again, oblivion
Don't drown again, oblivion