---

THE YEARS FADE AWAY AS YOU FEEL NOTHINGNESS THAT YOU'VE BECOME

IF THE PROSPECT OF A SLOW DEATH

MEANS PEACE, THEN GIVE ME CHAOS

SEARCH INNER STRENGTH TO SMASH THROUGH THE WALLS

BECOME THE ONE YOU ARE IN DREAMS OF THE FUTURE

DECOMPOSE SLOWLY TO A PILE OF DUST

NO BLAZE OF GLORY

YOU'RE STARING AT THE HOUR GLASS

TIME ADVANCES SLOWLY