Woorden: 10 Years. Feeding the Wolves. Fade Into.

Broken shoulders resting on my back
Overloaded with a weighed stack
Higher and higher
Time runs tired

Silence falls
Into the deafening
Sirens of
My own epiphany (x2)

My own mortality

Here I lie with my regrets
Possessions petty meaningless
You are my medicine
Healing me with tenderness

I don't know
Don't go (x4)

I don't know what is happening
What is happening

Broken body crumbles into dust

Weight is lifted sending me with love
Higher and higher
Time expired

The siren calls
Re awakening
Passing on
Into eternity (x2)

Cry no more for me

Crossing through
Fade into (x3)

Crossing through
Fade into the light
Fade into the light

Crossing through [x2]
Fade into the light (x2)