Even the stars die, all things that begin, end. |
You see the living walk their way Into the shadow in which we stay You see the children run and play And skip their way to shallow graves Until the skipping stops and the hobble begins With crooked sticks and wrinkled skins You want something more, but get less and less Life is short, but eternity is death Time drags you on, to the slaughter Life hanging on, getting shorter Cannot move, the times and seasons Change and fade, end of living Prepare to meet your maker Prepare to met your death Prepare to meet your maker Exhale your final breath You watch as the day turns blue to black And the clouds like curtains are drawn You watch the symmetry of the colours Mixing dawn and dusk and dawn You wish that you could echo it But human life is frail Like a record that is no longer played Your only symmetry comes as you fail Hands across a world, you hate the sight of But can’t let go, fear what’s above The empty sky, is all around you Falling into it, nothing surrounds you Prepare to meet your maker Prepare to meet your death Prepare to meet your maker Exhale your final breath This times the last time you'll feel afraid This times the last you'll feel alone This time there wil be no more graves This time we destroy both flesh and bone Sleep for me (this time) you will not wake Sleep for me (this time) like the day that you were made Sleep for me (this time) we've come to Un create Sleep for me (this time) this is the bed you’ve made This time a little bit like your birth This time a little bit in reverse This time the baby will not laugh or cry This time the labours help you die Sleep for me (this time) you wont be remembered Sleep for me (this time) almost like you never were Sleep for me (this time) memories dismembered Sleep for me (this time) wipe away your tears |