Divine Death
Slowly Dying
Dying Slowly
Fade Away
We're made of clay
Chains bar me down
Shackles weigh my feet
Circles I walk around
Insanity is deep
My body's
hungry & tired
The Sweat burns my eyes
I'm surrounded
by liars
In a primal
disguise
Flying highly
Highly flying
Dying slowly
Slowly dying
Take my last drop
But gimme yours
Let this all stop
Let it flow through my pores
You know as well as I
That it doesn't end here
You know as well as I
There is nothing to fear
I see it in your eyes
You see it in mine
Everybody dies
But not all are divine
Copyright ©2006 Anthony E. Barr
