Is as if slow motion
HEARTBEAT stops each notion
At every hit, pounding fist
Fleeting seconds, burning twist
Burrowing through the ground
Long moments with no sound
Murder this path in front of me
Heavy and dark is all to see
They tell me in Hell where it's crisper
That, Jesus, was a fucking whisper
The King is who to find
Take his crown, lick his mind
Forgotten words, repeating center
There is no exit, just an enter
This life befalls dreams
The reasons are screams
GOODBYE, so long to the King
We ate his heart, took his ring.
