Darkness is salvation, sweeping through within
Watching my own cremation inside this world of sin
Deliverance is close at hand
Seeing myself fall apart I stand amidst the flames
Like a dagger through my heart I feel all the pain
A sea of red treacle drifts peacefully by

With the blood my pain seeps through, almost like a sieve
Now feelings do not flow in me, I no longer live
The curse has now been lifted
Every drop has now been spilt, no more is left inside
No anger, hatred, pain or guilt, with me that night it died
Nothing left to pull me down

Yet, I felt faithless, lost inside as darkness swept through me
I laid there alone and died, I was no longer free
Steadily, the shadows engulf me
Here in the darkness I now rest, too shallow to be saved
For all eternity suppressed, confined within my grave
Soon, I will consume all that is left

No room to move in this small box, no feeling in my limbs
Held inside with chains and locks, beneath these waves of sin
Life and death have the same origin
I solemnly accept the truth and stare at these four walls
There is no more that I can do held prisoner in Death’s jaws
Without death there can be no life

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They tell me it’s the lesser of two evils
But I’m not sure that’s a fact
Sometimes I think it’s best to leave you to your demons
They’ve got you this far in tact

Either way I can’t stop the progression
This deadly routine’s for your own protection
There are no winners here, there’s far too much at stake
Do I stand by and let them feed you to the rattlesnake?
When I know it’s eating you up inside
Like a private supply of cyanide

Going, going, gone
I see you today but who knows where you’ll be tomorrow
Going, going, gone
Slipping through my fingers to a place that I can’t follow
Going, going, gone
Your own private cyanide’s a bitter pill to swallow
Going, going, gone

I know there’ll be times that you will disagree
But just between you and me
When they tell us over again that two’s company
I feel like we are three

But they don’t matter, all my objections
This deadly routine‘s become your obsession
There are no winners here, there’s far too much at stake
Do I stand by and let them feed you to the rattlesnake?
And I know it's killing you from inside
Like a private supply of cyanide

Going, going, gone
I see you today but who knows where you’ll be tomorrow
Going, going, gone
Slipping through my fingers to a place that I can’t follow
Going, going, gone
Your own private cyanide’s a bitter pill to swallow
Going, going, gone

Every day I see you drift further away
And there’s only so much I can pray
I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place
Soon you’ll disappear without a trace

Going, going, gone

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