At the Age of Decay

In the end you know the life we live lays out on a grid
Point out peaks and curves, down we spin
As I look upon my future self, I see a kind of hell
The parts I've tried to save are the ones I sell
As I age I see a dying light in all our hope and sacrifice
With one last gasp and a late embrace
The breath it took is the breath I hate

I fight with open eyes, forced on the sun
My life will take a while to hollow

They take my eyes last
With every new strike
I forget my past

I fight with open eyes, forced on the sun
My life will take a while to hollow