In The End, As I Lay Dying

All That Is, Is Coming To An End

What Becomes Of Me?

All I See Is Black And White

The Feel Of Touch, Of Cold Reality

How Do I Face The End?

Maybe Someone Has The Answers, But Refuses To Speak

Maybe We Will Never Know Until We're On The Other Side

All That I Am Today

Comes From The Words Of Yesterday

Time, Staring At The Hands Of Time

Fall, Deeper Into Your Embrace