The sickness spawns through to become a disease
The light carries glimpses of darkness in its vein
The sacred piece of my heart shrieks
For the realization dawns upon me
That the end is near

Earthly voices whisper silent sounds
to my ears and stamp the belief
"No reason to live but plenty to die"
For the realization dawns upon me
That the end is near

Is it that I am dying a docile death?
Is it that I lived a lame life?
Unanswered questions clutter my mind
For the realization dawns upon me
That the end is near

The consequences seem to bury my head
with emptiness and crucify my soul
with all the harrowing hostilities
**For the realization dawns upon me
That the end is near