Dying Sun
W.A.S.T.E.
Why can't I get over
This bull shit you pull
I fucking had it
I'm at the end of my rope
Running out of time
Cutting it short from both ends
Pulling the weight
That's stuck to your own neck
A blurry vision
Keeps you guessing
The right way
With ever seconds
Falling into madness
To scared to face
The fruit of your actions
The day will come
Where you wont be able to
Beg for redo
Under a lost light
You will be judged
By the touch of death
You're losing all your precious time
So cross your fingers
And fucking hope for the best
Gripping your feet in the flames
Ignoring all sources of pain
To prove that you can
Find a better way
A closet filled with bones
Hiding the truth of your being
Closing the casket in your face
Oh what a terrible sight to see
A last breath no one will see
Cutting your life at the seems
When you face the wrath
Of a dying Sun
Tell your father I'm not is son
There is nothing left
Your life is torn
Into pieces
There's no one left
The dying Sun
There's nothing above
Bring down the barricades
That surrounds your entity
And let your soul roam free
Breaking tie with this body
That you rendered
Useless with agony
Liberate the one true object
That keeps you chained up
In this misery
Give us your life back
You don't need it
Separate yourself
And you'll resent
From this world
And grant yourself peace
With nothing above "