Pulling At Strings

So this is the end

Closing down

I'm holding but I'm slipping

Just pulling at strings

Just pulling at strings

They're coming away

One after the other

So this is the end

Closing down

There's no light and no tunnel

But I can't look away

I can't look away

Losing grip

One finger after another

So this is the end

Shutters coming down

There's no life

In a muzzle

So I'm walking away

Walking away

No longer losing sleep

One minute after another

Pulling at strings