Dust to dust
Ride the wind
Away to dusk
To ascend
And yet another
Grave imperfection
Upon my reflection
Quelling the thought
Of a much-needed redemption
And once again
I can sense the joy
That's creepin' in
I must suppress it down
I must seize the day
When hope fades away
And all that remains
Is the pain inside
I became cynical
Reflection of a dying soul
When I stare into my eyes
Barren wastelands claim my sight
And once again
I can sense the joy
That's creepin' in
I must suppress it down
I must seize the day
Cause time fades away
And all that remains
Is the pain inside
Controlling my thoughts
When my mind's in decay
Maybe you are scared to connect
Maybe you are scared to put your heart on the line
Maybe your glass will always be half empty
No
Now, on the subject of joy you push below
It needs to emerge for one to grow
Bask its face in the warmth of the sun
Decrease the negativity next to none
Maybe you're scared of your mortality
Maybe you're scared to admit you'll die one day
Are you scared?
Are you scared?
And once again
I can sense the joy
That's creepin' in
I must suppress it down
I must seize the day
When hope fades away
And all that remains
Is the pain inside