How sacred are the words you hear
If they all manifest in face of fear
Of a grave
Filled without any more consequence
Than a man without his life in the ground
How sacred are the words you hear
If they all manifest in face of fear
Of a grave
Filled without any more consequence
Than a man without his life in the ground
Grab them by the heels
And blossom into impermanence
I'm feeling
Cowered from fear
Growing older
Growing older
Growing older
I'm losing
You