Anvil Chandelier - Disembodied

The passing hours of life

Numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin

The festering wounds of desire I have yet to obtain

Makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain

The faint promise of a future and thins

I never had lies fed where I was still pondering

The youth stolen from me and now i relize all i could have had

And now you tell me all i could have had

And now you give me all i could have had

But i dont want it anymore

I don’t want it anymore

I don’t need it anymore

No more hope just closed doors

And as we walk into oblivion

Every step is a reminder of passing hours

Of passing days

Of passing lives

Of passing away