The Dying
Dying was for mundane
Falling into our seem again
Into moments in you
One more in this seam
Wince, spark in bone
It feeds our mind
Foul in the wound Is far behind
And we feel we all know
We won't fear on this goal
The dying
Before our eyes
The dying
Stumble and tied
The dying
Blind in decay
They suffer in dismay
Deep scares retained
All known suffering once sold on flame
Under siege of flowing
A violent sea amidst growing
Gives freely back
Hence gone insane
We're ready for our offering
That's the Seed flowing
And flowering
The dying
Before our eyes
The dying
Stumble and tied
The dying
Blind in decay
They suffer in dismay
Why don't we just take the time
To live this life we knew
And let this life long chase we threw go
You ask me, to ask you
The wait is almost dry
Just the weight of the number's game
Forgotten same
To redeem us from our decay
Locked away inside our shame
Chilling to the spine and squirming
Sweat undone free from unnerving
Corrupt bane exists in swerving
Collapsing the fear of stain
For the rise about the skies
Around the flame that flood our lives
Feed in vain the sum of shame
Awaken from disguise
Blank eyes, Blank eyes (The dying shall arise)
Blank eyes, Blank eyes (The dying shall arise)
Blank eyes, Blank eyes (The dying shall arise)
Blank eyes, Blank eyes (The dying shall...)
Falling into our seem again
Into moments in you
One more in this seam
Wince, spark in bone
It feeds our mind
Foul in the wound Is far behind
And we feel we all know
We won't fear on this goal
The dying
Before our eyes
The dying
Stumble and tied
The dying
Blind in decay
They suffer in dismay
Deep scares retained
All known suffering once sold on flame
Under siege of flowing
A violent sea amidst growing
Gives freely back
Hence gone insane
We're ready for our offering
That's the Seed flowing
And flowering
The dying
Before our eyes
The dying
Stumble and tied
The dying
Blind in decay
They suffer in dismay
Why don't we just take the time
To live this life we knew
And let this life long chase we threw go
You ask me, to ask you
The wait is almost dry
Just the weight of the number's game
Forgotten same
To redeem us from our decay
Locked away inside our shame
Chilling to the spine and squirming
Sweat undone free from unnerving
Corrupt bane exists in swerving
Collapsing the fear of stain
For the rise about the skies
Around the flame that flood our lives
Feed in vain the sum of shame
Awaken from disguise
Blank eyes, Blank eyes (The dying shall arise)
Blank eyes, Blank eyes (The dying shall arise)
Blank eyes, Blank eyes (The dying shall arise)
Blank eyes, Blank eyes (The dying shall...)
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Writer(s): Matthew Johnson
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