We consume this world
like we’re alone out there.
Once there’s nothing left
will you still not care at all?
And while the will won’t die
it still feels like
this is a burial.

So dead inside,
living own realities.
Do you think there’s time?
Maybe,
but there is no infinity.

Concrete figures, concrete lungs.
Exhale. Exhale the darkest breath.
Burning the cold remembrance,
the remnants of our failures
are falling onto our heads.

We consume this world
like we’re alone out there.
Once there’s nothing left
will you still not care at all?
And while the will won’t die
it still feels like
this is a burial…
of us all.

We consume this world
like we’re alone out there.
Once there’s nothing left
will we still not care?

So dead inside,
living own realities.
Do you think there’s time?
Maybe,
but there is no infinity.

Other lyrics by Heretoir:

Burial

We consume this world like we’re alone out there. Once there’s nothing left will you still not care at all? And while the will won’t die it still feels …

Dreamgatherer

Behind those eyes rests a jaded mind. Dreamgatherer floating in the mellow hands of the sky. This world outside means nothing in my head. I find escape in loneliness. …

Inertia

A bottomless pit, a darkened corridor. Dug myself a hole. Dreary vacuum, distorted faces. Grimaces. I crush, I burn. The demons grab my hand. Inertia.

Metaphor

You stole my pure intentions. You are the sickness in between. Let me in, I’ll bury the pain. You taught me to be sad as you. You almost made me take it all. Let me in, …

Season of Grief

At this bleak moment in the history of the earth, what would not be a waste of time? We’re neck deep in the water. Will there be stories left to tell? Give me the …