Slow (Daath)

I'm not going to die I'm not going to die Going to find out if I'm really alive Going to find out if I'm really alive Going to find out going to find out Eyes in a stream float away Treetops, dead hornets, and waste (2x) A simple kind of ignorance falters to the side Exuberance to find your mind, lost her far behind Something there silent a coil, a snake shell Unraveling storm from the deep Skin drops in oceans My heart is not open Dying sun sinks to the deep Lies The skin drops into the sea and ripples eternally Lies A dying fetus will fall from the trees it never had a chance to breathe So silent slipping away Decaying Violent end of a day Would be crimson floating grave I'm transfixed fading far away