| My mind is racing, everything’s changing
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| All these voices telling me that I should embrace it
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| Never seen its eyes, I don’t think I could face it
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| Oh, it’s getting closer now
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| I can’t fake it, I feel what I’ve wasted
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| Days gone by like erasing the pages
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| Pain so real that I think I can taste it
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| It’s getting, it’s getting closer now
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| I see the hourglass
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| Flipped upside down
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| Tell me what is the meaning
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| If I’m barely breathing when the clock runs out?
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| (I fight) I fight the feeling that’s been growing underneath
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| (But I can’t) I can’t deny that this is death inside of me
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| Will I give up and never reach the end? |
| Get lost inside of my own head
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| My demons feed on what is yet to be, death inside of me
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| My heart is pounding, fear is surrounding
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| Don’t wanna take for granted everyone that’s around me
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| But if I let 'em in, is it my fault when they drown me?
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| Oh, I see the end in sight
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| I need grounding, a break the doubting
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| 'Cause I can’t help but think they might be better without me
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| I wonder when I’m gone what they’ll be saying about me
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| I see it, I see the end in sight
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| And there’s the hourglass
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| Flipped upside down (down)
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| Tell me what is the meaning
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| If I’m barely breathing when the clock runs out?
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| (I fight) I fight the feeling that’s been growing underneath
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| (But I can’t) I can’t deny that this is death inside of me
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| Will I give up and never reach the end? |
| Get lost inside of my own head
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| My demons feed on what is yet to be, death inside of me
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| Six feet deep in our backward thoughts
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| 'Cause we’ve got no shame when the reaper talks, go
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| When the reaper talks
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| I can’t deny that this is death inside of me
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| (I fight) I fight the feeling that’s been growing underneath
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| (But I can’t) I can’t deny that this is death inside of me
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| Will I give up and never reach the end? |
| Get lost inside of my own head
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| My demons feed on what is yet to be, death inside of me |