How much time is left to me
In the grip of frail shelter
Sand is running mercilessly
Existence just is an awful welter
Gulp the air for breathing
All we need is living
Grasp the thread of being
Destination's done
That was his decision
Made by perfect vision
Turned out just excision
Cross for everyone
Daydream that you see
Only mystery
Burning endless pain
Tied like a chain
So the end has come
No senses to run
Hear the voices' hum
Meet The Elder One
Think about saving
Seconds are remaining
Puppets' master's playing
You are next to go
Life is a attraction
Of the self destruction
Stop the useless action
Death before you...so...
Daydream that you see
Only mystery
Burning endless pain
Tied like a chain
So the end has come
No senses to run
Hear the voices' hum
Meet The Elder One
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