Timing
by Harm's Way· from Isolation
Faint confusion
Buried in mud
Master plan, to escape
Slow breath, as I weep
Cold chills, as I grow
Clouded eyes, I die
Slow decay, the more I know
Procreate, I die
Near I hear, the reaper
Crack the weakness, inside
Salvage what is left
Becoming, a man
Cold chills, as I grow
Clouded eyes, I die
Slow decay, the more I know
Procreate, I die
Sucking my soul
To an end
Destroying my mind
As I descend