All in nature ends in tragedy
and I was the first to finally fade away
from my grandfather's memories.
How long 'til the day my memories of him finally fade away?
Dissolving into gray.
Is breathing just the ticking of an unwinding clock?
Counting down the time it takes for you to comprehend the sheer magnitude of
every single precious breath you've ever wasted?
I did everything I could.
I bargained with the universe to take my life instead of hers.
But no amount of money, drugs or tears could keep her here.
What purpose did her suffering serve?
Is breathing just the ticking of an unwinding clock?
Counting down the time it takes for you to comprehend the sheer magnitude of
every single precious breath you've ever wasted?
So much misery.
So much indifference
to so much suffering.
We can become tempted by appeals to hatred.
But this world ain't nothing more than what we make of it.
Revenge ain't no solution to the inevitable pain
every single one of us must face in losing the kindred spirits in our lives.
Lives so brief, so disappointing, so confusing.
As Cronie slipped away I held her in my arms, reduced to
"Please don't leave me. What will I do?"
this cosmic sadness, just here to remind you
that without love, breathing is just the ticking of...
and I was the first to finally fade away
from my grandfather's memories.
How long 'til the day my memories of him finally fade away?
Dissolving into gray.
Is breathing just the ticking of an unwinding clock?
Counting down the time it takes for you to comprehend the sheer magnitude of
every single precious breath you've ever wasted?
I did everything I could.
I bargained with the universe to take my life instead of hers.
But no amount of money, drugs or tears could keep her here.
What purpose did her suffering serve?
Is breathing just the ticking of an unwinding clock?
Counting down the time it takes for you to comprehend the sheer magnitude of
every single precious breath you've ever wasted?
So much misery.
So much indifference
to so much suffering.
We can become tempted by appeals to hatred.
But this world ain't nothing more than what we make of it.
Revenge ain't no solution to the inevitable pain
every single one of us must face in losing the kindred spirits in our lives.
Lives so brief, so disappointing, so confusing.
As Cronie slipped away I held her in my arms, reduced to
"Please don't leave me. What will I do?"
this cosmic sadness, just here to remind you
that without love, breathing is just the ticking of...