As time wears down the flesh
your long hard journey commits to pest.
You keep fighting for something thats just not there
still searching for the final ending, the final tear.

You fall asleep and awake anew.
Maybe even awoke to something true.
Suddenly, there starts a scratching at your spine.
This feeling, this numbness, cannot me mine.

Dropping down to your knees
praying with a mighty please!
Damned by god, feeling vain.
Then deaths whisper, you are finished, lost without pain.

Nothing within these great halls
prepared me for my greatest down fall.
My death was unexistant, lost in time.
This life I wasted, i wish it were not mine.