It's coming to us all
No matter where we run
Here and now is all we have
Let all be said, let all be done
Every second closer
I think I see the shadows approach
No one knows the hour
No one knows the day
In one moment
Death Becomes Us
We trim the branches
But still one thing holds true
When the flood approaches
We are bound to the earth by the roots
All is loss and all is vanity
A chasing after winds
In shadows grasp at shallow sanity
Life ends as it begins
The whispers of our own humanity
Remind us of our sins
And our pride and in our vanity
We try to catch the winds
A quality of life
A true and loyal friend
A still and quiet mind
with which to face the end
No one knows the hour
No one knows the day
In one moment
In one final breath
Death Becomes Us
