Death

All you ever see, is all I'll ever be,

The limits of my being are meaningless to me
The being of my limits is broken by my dreams
Like lovers, we sleep in the gone and feast in the now.

Believe, believe
There's more to this than atrophy
Because only the weak drown in the pond of vile creation

So many sleep while they're awake

Like the day I was forced into this fragile place
I am naked and vacant in the wind

Believe, believe