Withering

© 2026 Exidious — Lyrics, composition ────────────────────────────────── • Made for: The Circuit - Round 8 @ Viibrmusic.com • Prompt: Gospel x Industrial • Instrument: Organ • Vocal: Group • Word to use: Reckoning ────────────────────────────────── Flowers, Wilting, Flowers, Slouching, Roots, Are they, darkening? Petals, Falling, like warnings? Did, I not, see it, coming? It, was Right, in front of me All, this, time, Withering, slow, slow Right, in front, of me Always, always, Right, in front, of me... Did, my reckoning, finally, come? Fields, decay, and wash away, Trees go, dark, leaves fall slow, Is, this really, what I see? Could it be, all this decay, It, lives, inside, of me? Was it all, Just me, unraveling? Every warning, Ignored, Could I be, The wilting one? Why, did I not, see it coming? It, was Right, in front of me All, this, time, Withering, slow, slow Right, in front, of me Always, always, Right, in front, of me... Did, my reckoning, finally, come? Am I, to be, undone? It, was Right, in front of me All, this, time, Withering, slow, slow Right, in front, of me Always, always, Right, in front, of me... I never, saw The thing, Withering.. Was.. Me... I never, saw The thing, Withering.. Was.. Me... (Me) (Never) (Never) (Saw) (Withering... withering) It...was... me