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**
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 8:54 AM UTC
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**