Here I lay, underground, this is my anti-commencement
There's no light there's no sound there is so sense of remembrance of
Who I was, who you are, or what the world was before this
All that's left is a darkened and blurring twisted semblance
Let me tell you what death's like
Giving all your strength to fight so you stay in the light but it's too damn bright so the only other option is to lay in eternal night
But this is no catacomb
You can tell by the name that's etched into the neighboring headstone
I'm in my grave
Accompanied by centipedes and bugs that like to feast on remains
Here I lay, underground, this is my anti-commencement
There's no light there's no sound there is so sense of remembrance of
Who I was, who you are, or what the world was before this
All that's left is a darkened and blurring twisted semblance
Plotted near a crumbling mausoleum what a wonderful sight to see as I remain here for eons
No visitors
My wife won't come because In life I did all I could to distance her
The ones I loved, they have grown and would rather leave me on my own
There's no time for their past life or a fucking box of bones
I am gone and forgotten
I lay cold and rotten
My bones dry of their marrow
Embalmed like a fallen pharaoh
Here I lay, underground, this is my anti-commencement
There's no light there's no sound
Because I'm buried beneath
There's no light there's no sound there is so sense of remembrance of
Who I was, who you are, or what the world was before this
All that's left is a darkened and blurring twisted semblance
Let me tell you what death's like
Giving all your strength to fight so you stay in the light but it's too damn bright so the only other option is to lay in eternal night
But this is no catacomb
You can tell by the name that's etched into the neighboring headstone
I'm in my grave
Accompanied by centipedes and bugs that like to feast on remains
Here I lay, underground, this is my anti-commencement
There's no light there's no sound there is so sense of remembrance of
Who I was, who you are, or what the world was before this
All that's left is a darkened and blurring twisted semblance
Plotted near a crumbling mausoleum what a wonderful sight to see as I remain here for eons
No visitors
My wife won't come because In life I did all I could to distance her
The ones I loved, they have grown and would rather leave me on my own
There's no time for their past life or a fucking box of bones
I am gone and forgotten
I lay cold and rotten
My bones dry of their marrow
Embalmed like a fallen pharaoh
Here I lay, underground, this is my anti-commencement
There's no light there's no sound
Because I'm buried beneath
( Era of Discord )
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