And now I sit in thought as the plot of my days commences,
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and I'm left with fences
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Put off the thoughts of my end so long to race
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to chase after the trend so fleeting
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Hours pass unsettled, unresolved my passions
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I scrape to win a new day to waste
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Misaligned priorities parallel my desires
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I hide my eyes to avoid embrace
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I smell the stench, unavoidable approach comes against
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And yet I'm left asking the question
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Denied a way to defend the thoughts
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That this side equates with what awaits
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I'm ripping right through the masses, sacrifice into ashes
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Giving up what was past tense, raising up like Lazarus
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I laugh at the strongman who thought he had control
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A hold on my eternity-eternal is Christ empowers me
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Like the faith that builds my strength
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Is like your dreams that fade away
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The battlefield we soldiers play
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I dance with life beyond the grave
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And jah' knows that I will never rest my head
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No time for us to sleep
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We concentrate on the son until our eyes bleed
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Salvation carries a cost, we must prevail
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Death creeps like the breeze, but have no fear, watch me inhale
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Temporary bliss, the depths await my burial as the hours seem as seconds
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The end of your bliss is coming --face the path and sip the last
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Embrace ends-every day a new day to die
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Dies time, the former life is past
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Blind side, I know what awaits my fate
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Hates breath, unavoidable ceasing of days
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Today is a good day to die
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Six Sirens
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| Project 86 |
