End Of Me

Living moments all too quickly.

My decisions have always haunted me.

Deep in a dream, I was cut wide open,

to bleed the evil out of me.

Watch the train roll forward,

running over the rails like a beast from hell.

I feel myself tied to the tracks.

Steel and skin, back to back.

Will this be the end of me?

Will this be the last moment I see?

Will this be the end of me?

Will this be the last moment I see?

It's hard to see clear when you can't find where you belong.

So when I lose touch, don't let me forget, I'm still singing the same song.

Another cycle passes.

Sun rise, sun set, again and again.

No slowing down for me.

Am I living it up, or dying each day?

Will this be the end of me?

Will this be the last moment I see?

Will this be the end of me?

Will this be the last moment I see?

It's hard to see clear when you can't find where you belong.

So when I lose touch, don't let me forget, I'm still singing the same song.

Living moments all too quickly.

My decisions have always haunted me.

Deep in a dream, I was cut wide open, to bleed the evil out of me.