Prolonging the Inevitable Forever - SeeYouSpaceCowboy...

Cold lies, the substance of the chains that tie us to our pain

Then we’re promised some relief, relief from this state

Weak pulse, weak pulse

Don’t call the ambulance as my heart stops

Weak pulse, falling out of the rhythm

Rhythm of this hopeless dance

All I can hear is my voice calling out into

Into the void, met with no reply

No answer to agony

There’s no solace in this meaningless existence

Cold lies