It Feeds

If death must come for me

Lonely souls seek company

If death must come for me

Lonely souls seek misery

I've seen its true face

It's cold dead eyes

I've seen its true face

It's cold dead eyes

When I

Beg for it

Give my old blood for it

Savour it

Till I am bored of it

Sick of it

What will I have

Left

Devoured, it feeds on suffering

I am, swallowed whole

Devoured, it feeds on suffering

I am, swallowed whole

(Time grinds to a halt)

Time

Grinds

To a

Halt

I'll become weightless

So I can stay unborn

It overstays

It's welcome

Claims my fate

Speaks only

In Tongues

Time heals nothing

Only sorrow

Time heals nothing

Only sorrow