The spirits crying deep within
Battered souls steeped in sin
Blessed child, where is they tomb?
Why aren’t you ready for your ultimate doom?
The morrow the sun and sky shall fall
Sparing none. Destroying all.
Know you not, this is your fate?
To face this lowly act of hate
Yet this is not for a certain day
When all shall die in this certain way
For each his own special morrow
The final word – then no tomorrow
This is the way – an illusion sweet
To hide the shadow of defeat
Time is the lie – the perfect trick
A non-existent candle-stick
Aimed to measure, used to judge
In truth the seconds never budge
All is none and none is all
Death is reality’s little fall
No more rules to guide you on
You’re freed of this hollow con
You’ll never sleep. You’ll never wake
There’ll be no end. You’ll get what you take
There is no peace. No perfect joyNever again will you be a boy.