Ball of Molten Lead - YOB

Death on the horizon

Consciousness asleep

The soul is unprepared

Fear runs deep

Always agonizing

On what can’t be known

Heavy is the burden

When the tester rules the throne

Try to realize

Who’s born and who dies

Struggling to know

The truth to this bardo

The wright of knowledge

Burden of old

It seems so simple

With eyes closed

Starting to wake up

From an ageless ruse

What once was choice

Now I can’t refuse

Try to realize

Who’s born and who dies

Struggling to know

The truth to this bardo

The ball of molten

The ball of molten lead

Trying to dislodge

Trying to dislodge the ball of molten lead

Feeling found and lost together

Gone too far to turn back now

King of death is overthrown

Bid this world a last goodbye

Void the gaze without the eyes

Shedding tears but no one cries

Inhale the space of the vessel

Bid the host a last goodbye

So sick and tired of the lies

Force fed as truth in perfect disguise

Squander this life in belief of the false

I try but I can’t dislodge this

Ball of doubt