Slow – DÅÅth – letras

I’m not going to dieI’m not going to dieGoing to find out if I’m really aliveGoing to find out if I’m really aliveGoing to find out going to find out[x2]Eyes in a stream float awayTreetops, dead hornets, and wasteA simple kind of ignorance falters to the sideExuberance to find your mind, lost her far behindSomething there silent a coil, a snake shellUnraveling storm from the deepSkin drops in oceansMy heart is not openDying sun sinks to the deepLiesThe skin drops into the sea and ripples eternallyLiesA dying fetus will fall from the treesit never had a chance to breatheSo silent slipping awayDecayingViolent end of a dayWould be crimson floating graveI’m transfixed fading far away