11th Hour One Last Smoke
Ed:
Every breath I breath is filled with pain-
-The Devil's gain
Caught in anageing dying shell
I am confined in this rattling coughing cadaver
Waiting for an end to leave this - breating Hell
Rogga:
Close your eyes and weep
Tar you sowed, death you reap
All this wealth, useless in your missery
You know the grane only takes one currency
Ed:
Diagnosis clear, it's terminal, the end of all
My lungs destroyed beyond repair
I should be crying but what good are tears-
-Against these fears
This burden is for me and me alone to bear
What forgiveness can I possibly receive
They've been gone so long I've forgotten-
- How to grieve
No one left to soothe my guilt riedden bones
I'll have to walk this final road... Alone
Ed: One last smoke
Rogga: One final cigarette
