O F . T H E S E . T H I N G S

L Y R I C S
Cold grey skin
Like the flesh of a seed
The flesh of a seed
That craves not these things
Once born in death
We now come to terms in life
And measure bounds of sanity
To an old wandering mage

Of These Things was the first b-side recorded during the Nevermore sessions. It was written in an odd manner for Kaylub, every song, before this one, that Kaylub wrote had music completely finished first and would have lyrics written afterwards. In this case Kaylub had wrote a poem he really enjoyed and sat down to write music to it. It was a success and Kaylub was really impressed with it's sound. The only reason it's currently a B-side is because Kaylub isn't recording a new solo album at the moment.

I know not the ending
Nor do I feel the past
I walk on in a daze
With trembling hands
But less thee fall guilty
Under a womans court of law
We never know the criminal
Behind a mothers nursing bounty

Walk on this day
Contemplate these feet of passion
I shan't question you
Rather I walk to defy you
On cold, cold days
When cold grey skin
Turns to dreams
You have walked a step too many
And it's time to rid your soul
Of these things

Rid your soul of these things