The Art Of Dying

Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat

Losing contact with the living

Almighty T

V plugged, hybrid empty brain

Don't see anything real in the game

The tension is building constantly

No reason just a reflex

I have, driven by clockwork

I try to keep an eye open

And I realize

I haven't closed my eyes in a long time

Neglected emotions leading to catastrophic voyage on the other side

I have been given so much stress and lack of confidence

I've been given the gift of so small hope deep inside

I haven't close my eyes in a long time,

I am trying

I cannot stomach these forms and colors anymore

But I'm here to continue, after all

I have been through

I try to keep my eyes open,

I am realizing

This life and death more precious than anything

I won't bring no material in the after life

Take no possessions,

I would rather travel light

I'm of this kind that kills all day

But I don't know yet how to die

Art of dying is the way to let all go

Within I practice, in the secret of my soul

My shape in the reflector has

Now for ever, a life on it's own