Skin Deep



Hours and hours have past as I merge with the emptiness.

My mind runs rampant a death like cold chills me.

I stare into outer space, want imprisons my soul.

I consult myself and then return to where I once was...



Without a sound show me the way,

Said and done, I can't stay.

Without a sound show me the way,

Cradle to Grave.



I feel as if I were dead or perhaps have never lived.

My surroundings grow colder and colder for this it is my place.

Suddenly I gaze beyond my sub-mortal solitude.

More hours pass me by, they crawl past me on hands and knees...



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Hours continue to pass,

Said and done: cradle to grave

Looking back nothing's been won,

Sorry but... I've got to leave it all behind!



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