Demiurg Cold Skin
Life's ways are narrow,
a crawlspace in time
Our existence shallow,
no time for understanding
Just seconds away,
lies our own demise
Our existence shallow,
no time for understanding
From laughter to retching,
in one millisecond
Burn out,
only time to fade away,
gone tomorrow dying today
No time to live,
only time to die and burn
From laughter to retching,
life's just for the reapers taking
A perpetual wasteland,
conveyor belt of flesh
From start to end,
no time for anything mend
