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Sitting on borrowed time, yes it’s true

Man in the highest chair says you’re through

Clock on the wall ticks screaming in your mind

Devils stand waiting, laughing, you’ve arrived

Slipping into the grey, stealing your breath away

Hourglass out of sand, Feeling the cold dark hand

Black funeral

Feeling your body fading from your mind

Falling in darkness leaving your life behind

Now is the time you answer for your ways

Living eternal darkness for all days

Slipping into the grey, stealing your breath away

Hourglass out of sand, Feeling the cold dark hand

Black funeral

As your last breath slips into the future

Is it true?

What they said about the prophecies pretending

That they knew

Your energy is slowly slipping

Hands are gripping round your eyes

Who knows where you’ll go when you are ending

Ending all your time

Black funeral