Rest, there's nothing left but to sleep. Rest, there's nothing left but to sleep.
You remain captive inside a tomb. A shell bearing the heart and soul. Hollow, worn, and growing weak. Everyday we're growing weak as;
Pale eyes carry light from within.
We can't exit life as it is. Frail bones cracked, digging in. Breathing life into disease again.
Swiftly it die, everything crumbles; a landslide. Panic of the mind, all feeling subside. Evils unseen, flooding lives; fear clings, death sings. Begging on our knees for one moment of peace.
Why can't I feel this? Why is this consuming me? Why canβt I feel this? What is this haunting me? We're all trying to feel something more than this. We're all dying to feel more human than this.
A wretched world spins 'round, The spark of life is crushed inside our chests.
Defenseless to the grips of time. So rest, and drift cured eternally.
Rest.
You'll remain captive inside a tomb
Pale eyes carry light from within. Smother life inside our chest.