Tekster: The Gathering. A Noise Severe.

I feel it slip
Slip away
From my hands
All the way

My heart pounds like [...]
I feel it slip
Slip away

Why am I?
Why am I here?
So distant from
My old life

My heart feels so sad
What am I doing here?

Doing here

You see
I'm riding endlessly
What will become of me
This higher power knows

You see
I'm waiting patiently
And what this means to me
Nobody ever knows

You see
In all the warmth I feel
Is this the end of me?
Only I should know