["As the title suggests, this song is about promises we make throughout our lives. Fortunately or not, we always end up being not able to fulfill most of them. And it happens not because we want it to be this way. It just happens. Noone makes a promise that sounds impossible to themselves. Life is chaotic. And nothing stands up the same in chaos. Keeping that in mind, there should not be thoughts such as "forever". All pledges are vile in this chaos we call life".]



bitter ode that gradually wilt

an immense abode for the mentally ill

by the hands of mishap it was built

an irony that smoothly undoes the seal



cure me evoking labored truths

as I am prostate under this log

lure me into following you

devious words coming from the fog



I watch you from the slits in desolation

I call you through the ripples in immolation

I stalk you through the woods in desecration

I foresee your flickering self-obliteration



vile pledge (to be forevermore secluded)

diving into idleness (bereavement's cold caress)



this excuse, released through the fever

chosen sufferings playing the deceiver?

plagues are fast, the dews keep aching

spells are cast, parasites procreating



but the rain is gone