I sit alone and watch the grass growing, lonely
from the tops of the mountains, as the sky is falling
I can see the sun colliding now with the world
the light burns my eyes, while the fire melts my skin

the sub atomic strings that once composed my mind
intertwined with a dimension that id never seen,
realize all too late, at the conception of death
the ends impossible, since there was no beginning


cause you can never be sure
of why it held to our cores
and opened all of our heads
to analyze our distress

this godless world cant forgive
but I wont judge how you live
with all these uncertainties
you should just give yourself to me

its been too long, we dont know
which ways we'd already gone
backtracked for three days less
than the 6 days i would guess

smoke clouds had opened the doors
we entered up through their shores
and felt the salt in our wounds
and buried our souls in the dunes

Flowers continue growth, through decomposed skin
Life maintained order through the entangled roots within
they blindly ride the forces of their own existence
your cells live forever incapable of thought

Lying astray, comatose through this endlessness
Dreams within dreams, the layers hide themselves within
Deep seeded thoughts, create ideas that were never taught
Final collective thoughts, create the next existence

I Guess I'd always assumed
it would be harder than it was
There was no ghost at my door
and all i felt was disgust

Their voices silence suggests
there's no more call for regrets
and every moment of time saved
only to waste on their debts.