Faces of the Gone

My face bends to the ground

Seven last words are said

Fragments are streaming by

And days will find their end

The last act’s finally done

There's no one dead as me

Take me whenever you like

It's calling from the sea

From the sea

Who can read the signs of decay

Who knows whether christ was

Good cause it's me

Kneel down to the ground

There's no escape to see

Try to clean my inside

While you pray for me

Can read the faces

Of the gone