Sense the fate that's in hand feel the wheels stop
turning
Confirmed blood is dead stop the flesh and bone
I think it's quite intriguing these thoughts we wonder
The end comes much too soon pulse is running slow
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in
our veins
There's no real identity to it all...
As present as all this is no one real word describes it
Feelings of something more goes ripping through the
brain
I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what
is out there
Some things, some times never to be explained!
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in
our veins
There's no real identity to it all.
Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a
feeling
For with every birth one day there is goodbye!
Inflicted by the curse of doom sands of time delivered
Some things, some times never to be explained!
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in
our veins
There's no real identity to it all.
Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a
feeling
For with every birth one day there is goodbye!
Missing pulse now freshly cut transplanted life
somewhere else
It strays away to joyous cells completely unattached to
flesh and bone
Missing pulse now passed away tainted senses find
demise
Pulse beat prisoner with the stare production halted
and compromised
We must prepare for that one time day to exact the
things we fear
Face the truth we're all death's children growing to
die
And there is nothing in this world that can stop the
death of life
For with every birth one day there is goodbye
Missing a pulse!!!
Present as all this I, no one real word describes it
Feelings of something more goes ripping through the
brain
I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what
is out there
Some things, some times just never to be explained!
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in
our veins
There's no real identity to it all.
Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a
feeling
For with every birth one day there is goodbye
Missing a pulse!!!