For a third of my life
I've worshiped Death...
For the world to see
Ones heart beats...
Two days until
the anniversary of your funeral...
Scrambling for purpose,
Sinking further down, down...
Through the clouds
The suns brings light...
If I was young,
know my body was so tired...
Sitting here,
Seeing everyone just as broken as myself...
I’ve been told many myths
about death...
This life is my first one,
This life is my last...
Hey,
I know we barely have been talking...
Upon the hills of rocks and stone
beyond moor of meadow dawn...
O father where have your fever gone?
Where have your wisdom gone...