Thick with dark and warm to touch.
Slow to think, familiar hum.
A starving mind dulled to electric ring.
It walks like man, but speaks in tongues.
Old survivor begs for peace.
Stale air fed to failed lungs.
Bare as bones and cold to touch.
False veins bring his sleep.
And this hole for breath hides his pleas
for sweet release from slow hell.
They think he's had enough,
this old soul. He's seen it all but won't let go
Slow to think, familiar hum.
A starving mind dulled to electric ring.
It walks like man, but speaks in tongues.
Old survivor begs for peace.
Stale air fed to failed lungs.
Bare as bones and cold to touch.
False veins bring his sleep.
And this hole for breath hides his pleas
for sweet release from slow hell.
They think he's had enough,
this old soul. He's seen it all but won't let go