My Sepulture

Eyes dead and grey I feel so dirty and weak So fragile, so frail So broken and bleak Do you pride the scars you've given me? Will suicide set me free? Now retribution will have it's way My suffer expanded, rotted, decayed There was a time I was the o

It's getting cold, I feel so weak It's hard to move, so hard to speak In standfast time, the halted clock A life-long flaw of giving up What have I done? Why am I here? The last decision is getting near Why am I here? Falling into nothing as far as I

I can't imagine my life Without the things that you've brought to me The sweet memories of times That I completed you, and you completed me But i've pushed you aside Why? The answer remains unknown to me I'm so sick inside I'll never be what I should