The old wood floorboards creaking and I thought ‘what man is thinking about his descent to hell?
The world was weakening and I was wincing from wondering if there were more souls to sell
I’ve never loved and yet I could die, oh God why, oh God why would you have it this way
I prayed every day and every night about this and never an answer had came
Oh this ground crumbling, our minds wandering, our hearts lusting, our ears perceiving all the things that are misleading
Oh our knees are ever weakening and all our thoughts are spent just weeping about things that won’t matter because we’re all leaving