Haec Est Ars Moriendi

Haec Est Ars Moriendi
I don't know how
I don't know where to start
I flew so close to the sun
I couldn't tell us apart
Breathing the sulfur
The symptoms disturbed
Deliver me from this forlorn dynasty
Don't understand why this boy has to be a man
Blood on his hands
No will to dance
Another word for loneliness
Been in it for a minute
Try to fight it off
Depressed
Cold sweats
Soaked in fear
My mind made up
Paint it black
Breathe it back into the syntax
Until you hate yourself
I'll rip your soul in half
You can try to show me my delusion
I can see your cerebral contusion

Is it you
Is it me
Am I the sum of all my worst mistakes
All the air that you waste
The very oxygen keeping me in your place
I've danced with the devil in the pale moonlight
Now I'm laughing while I'm crying
I think I've learned the art of dying
This is my art of dying

I put my demons down
I have defeated myself
I put my demons down
I can't be killed by anyone else
I put my demons down
Watch your pathetic life flash before your eyes
How do you die
How do you die



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Writer(s): Tyler Small
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