The dust will pile higher and higher Memories will only fade Spirits will one day rise Feel the fire burn my eyes I will bathe in the waters Poured from the sky Inhale dark winters Thoughts of decay Don抰 remain Fade away Scaling the walls Of my mind With sweaty palms Unending dead end Shall we hold hands And die? Morning star Shall not rise Unstitch the seams
Free to dream Driven towards The brink that will not sink Walking in a see of red Mist fills my head With dreams of the dead Pale breath of sunlight Reignites my shame As flowers consume the earth How can something that only exists for a fragment of time cease to exist When it never really existed at all? Cease to exist when it never really existed at all? At all!