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Gojira - The Art Of Dying |
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Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat |
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Losing contact with the living |
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Almighty TV plugged, hybrid empty brain |
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Don't see anything real in the game |
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The tension is building constantly |
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No reason just a reflex I have, driven by clockwork |
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I try to keep an eye open |
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And I realize I haven't closed my eyes in a long time |
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Neglected emotions lead to catastrophic voyage on the other side |
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I have been given so much stress and lack of confidence |
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I've been given the gift of so small hope deep inside |
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I haven't closed my eyes in a long time, I am trying |
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I cannot stomach these forms and colors anymore |
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But I'm here to continue, after all I have been through |
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I try to keep my eyes open, I am realizing |
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This life and death more precious than anything |
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I won't bring no material in the after life |
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Take no possessions, I would rather travel light |
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I'm of this kind that kills all day |
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But I don't know yet how to die |
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Art of dying, is the way to let all go |
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Within I practice in the secret of my soul |
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My shape in the reflector |
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Has now for ever, a life on it's own |
