Time (remix by Tom Ashton and Subvon Studio) - Remix
Look up tonight
See time dissolve
Cold and biting winds of change
Pushing ever closer to the edge
Burning worlds collapse
Holes black like our sun
Tell yourself there's no beginning,
And chase the fear of your dreaded end
One more heart the priest devours
Sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
Tell yourself there's no beginning,
And chase the fear of your dreaded end
Constant pressure rip your ties
Hold my hand while I remove your eyes
There's no end in sight
Savoured lies devolve
Nothing matters anymore
I felt the world and i want none
Stabbing madly on my chest
I want this life to end
What's the use in burning ears
I'll drag you to the gates of hell
Revel in fatality
And leave behind your rotting shell
Tell yourself there's no beginning,
And chase the fear of your dreaded end
One more heart the dark devours
Sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
Tell me how there's no beginning,
And tell me of your dreaded end
Gunshot echoes down the hall
Splatter red madness sliding down the wall
But know that they can never own you
Hatred grows with tumorous swell
Rise above their ill intentions
Sleeping men drink from poisoned wells
Hear them now
Screaming distant pleads
A thousand shards of looking glass
Falling like the Purest snow
On a cold December's night
You fade into nothing.
Sleeping now with tortured grimace,
Final words come to rest
A gentle smile takes their place
Fading fast in a serpents nest
Fall prey to strange hypnosis;
Sickly odor fills the air
Gaze into your emptiness
Into your lifeless shell
Fleeting thoughts drift away
You're moving closer still
No question is left unanswered
Bottomless wells are never filled
Tell yourself there's no beginning,
And chase the fear of your dreaded end
One more heart the priest devours
Sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
A thin line
Glistening crimson line
Reaching
For new understanding
Look up tonight
See time dissolve
See time dissolve
Cold and biting winds of change
Pushing ever closer to the edge
Burning worlds collapse
Holes black like our sun
Tell yourself there's no beginning,
And chase the fear of your dreaded end
One more heart the priest devours
Sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
Tell yourself there's no beginning,
And chase the fear of your dreaded end
Constant pressure rip your ties
Hold my hand while I remove your eyes
There's no end in sight
Savoured lies devolve
Nothing matters anymore
I felt the world and i want none
Stabbing madly on my chest
I want this life to end
What's the use in burning ears
I'll drag you to the gates of hell
Revel in fatality
And leave behind your rotting shell
Tell yourself there's no beginning,
And chase the fear of your dreaded end
One more heart the dark devours
Sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
Tell me how there's no beginning,
And tell me of your dreaded end
Gunshot echoes down the hall
Splatter red madness sliding down the wall
But know that they can never own you
Hatred grows with tumorous swell
Rise above their ill intentions
Sleeping men drink from poisoned wells
Hear them now
Screaming distant pleads
A thousand shards of looking glass
Falling like the Purest snow
On a cold December's night
You fade into nothing.
Sleeping now with tortured grimace,
Final words come to rest
A gentle smile takes their place
Fading fast in a serpents nest
Fall prey to strange hypnosis;
Sickly odor fills the air
Gaze into your emptiness
Into your lifeless shell
Fleeting thoughts drift away
You're moving closer still
No question is left unanswered
Bottomless wells are never filled
Tell yourself there's no beginning,
And chase the fear of your dreaded end
One more heart the priest devours
Sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
A thin line
Glistening crimson line
Reaching
For new understanding
Look up tonight
See time dissolve
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Writer(s): Adria Stembridge
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