As A Conceit - Transient | Текст песни

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I had these thoughts on idle, I've never felt this threatening.
I'm scraping the inner walls, yet never lose composure.
It's all that I'll ever show.

Sickness and death will come for me and for those I love.
Nothing will stay but stench on these bones.
And down in our holes, our kingdom of worms.
Is worth making the effort to carve it on stone?
Well I'll never know what there's down below, beneath my dead body, now covered and sewn.

See
I've given up on dreams, made room for plans.
I'm struggling to find that inner strength to find meaning 'cause it feels like in the end there's always something that's missing.

(Crawling onwards till it's over.
I'm done with this...)

How could I have it figured it out, if it's worthless to cling with my nails on this life?

How could I tell wether they lied?
And it's pointless to take a peak on the other side.

Sickness and death will come for me and for those I love.
Nothing will stay but stench on these bones.
And time doesn't loan the kind of his own.
And all that is left though, is just my death toll.
They wrote \"carry on\", but all that I saw was \"search for a rock you can put your name on\".

See
I've given up on dreams, made room for plans.
I'm struggling to find that inner strength to find meaning 'cause it feels like in the end there's always something that's missing.

Cut down those branches.
Hold on to everything you've got, 'cause death is certain.
Heaven is not, heaven is...

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