Deceased

Sense the fate that's in hand feel the wheels stop turning
Confirmed blood is dead stop the flesh and bone
I think it's quite intriguing these thoughts we wonder
The end comes much too soon pulse is running slow
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
There's no real identity to it all...
As present as all this is no one real word describes it
Feelings of something more goes ripping through the brain
I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what is out there
Some things, some times never to be explained!
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
There's no real identity to it all.
Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling
For with every birth one day there is goodbye!
Inflicted by the curse of doom sands of time delivered
Some things, some times never to be explained!
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
There's no real identity to it all.
Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling
For with every birth one day there is goodbye!