I Have Seen Where it Grows

A shell for the earth, all seasons reverse.

A life inside out in a jet-black hearse.

The feel of pain and the taste of dirt.

A dardened sky and the loss of worth.

Lower me down under glorious green.

Eternity waits on a broken machine.

Exit the soul in a vibrant white.

Leaving the shell in the dead of night.

Life is a path, Death a destination.

Life is a path, Death a destination.

I've met the end of being,

my eyes are open wide.

I feel myself depleting,

and watch my body die.

A step to the throne, I stand alone.

A vacant mind and a destined home.

Engaging the end in a seamless gaze.

Like blind I climb through the tortured blaze.

Raise me up into white unstained

eternity gained, only life remains.

Forever the scars have been washed away

Like blood on the brow of a forgotten day.

Life is a path, Death a destination.

Life is a path, Death a destination.

I've met the end of being,

my eyes are open wide.

I feel myself depleting,

and watch my body die.

DIE!

I've met the end of being,

my eyes are open wide.

I feel myself depleting,

and watch my body die.

Life is a path, Death a destination.

Life is a path, Death a destination.

Life is a path, Death a destination.

Life is a path, Death a destination.