Faces Of Death

Drop my head in the concrete

Looking up at the sky

Reaching closer to my demise

Walking through this journey

No purpose or time

Reaching closer to my demise

Walking through this journey

No purpose or time

It captivates the eye unveiling the beauty

I'm where I need to be

Spinning with the sickness overcome by the change

My head and my mind co-inciting in assault

My actions transform to contention

So I'm disaluding the truth

Trading my will to comatose existence

A price that never paid and always be owed

Keep us alive hanging on a thread

And crawling forward

It's getting closer and closer to my demise

Looking up at the sky

Drop myself in the concrete

Looking up at the sky

IT was, Was it the end?

Bodies were deceiving me

Faces of death.