Fraying ends of time
Wrap around my mind
Under a false guise
Disciples are blind
Willful suffering
Distorted permanence
Lie throughout our lives
Unstable binds
Let go
Release
Fade away and cease to be
Spiral down through entropy
Disembodied dwindling
Separate totality
Death escapes me
Ripping at the seams
The abyss stares at me
Keep your head down
Don't make eye contact
Maintain your focus
On the light below
Echoes grow louder
Fissures start to form
Witness it splinter
And expose the storm
Stagnation
Damnation
Craving
Salvation
This too shall pass
Through shards of glass
Dead hand of the past
Holds me back
The cycles torment
Every waking moment
Dead hand of the past
Holds me back
Lost in stillness
A Constant Knowledge of Death - Thereat My Leader With Great Strides Went On Lyrics
A Constant Knowledge of Death - Thereat My Leader With Great Strides Went On Lyrics
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Fraying ends of time
Wrap around my mind
Under a false guise
Disciples are blind
Willful suffering
Distorted permanence
Lie throughout our lives
Unstable binds
Let go
Release
Fade away and cease to be
Spiral down through entropy
Disembodied dwindling
Separate totality
Death escapes me
Ripping at the seams
The abyss stares at me
Keep your head down
Don't make eye contact
Maintain your focus
On the light below
Echoes grow louder
Fissures start to form
Witness it splinter
And expose the storm
Stagnation
Damnation
Craving
Salvation
This too shall pass
Through shards of glass
Dead hand of the past
Holds me back
The cycles torment
Every waking moment
Dead hand of the past
Holds me back
Lost in stillness
Wrap around my mind
Under a false guise
Disciples are blind
Willful suffering
Distorted permanence
Lie throughout our lives
Unstable binds
Let go
Release
Fade away and cease to be
Spiral down through entropy
Disembodied dwindling
Separate totality
Death escapes me
Ripping at the seams
The abyss stares at me
Keep your head down
Don't make eye contact
Maintain your focus
On the light below
Echoes grow louder
Fissures start to form
Witness it splinter
And expose the storm
Stagnation
Damnation
Craving
Salvation
This too shall pass
Through shards of glass
Dead hand of the past
Holds me back
The cycles torment
Every waking moment
Dead hand of the past
Holds me back
Lost in stillness
Writer: James Goldmann, Mike Gardell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid