The Art of Dying Lyrics

I can't feel it anymore

I don't remember it now

What once engulfed my body

How, how will I die

Will I gasp out a sigh

Will I be alone, and will I be scared and full of regrets?

Past the source of sin, will there be a reason?

Make something useful out of the time we are given

Take some lesson learned from the place you are born

Hate, greed, and pride are making nothing of yourself

I can't say I listened

I can't feel it anymore

I don't remember what I should have embraced

How, how will I die

Will I gasp out a sigh

Will I be alone, and will I be scared and full of regrets?

How, how will I die

Will I gasp out a sigh

Will I be alone, and will I be scared and full of regrets?

And at the end of my days

Will I be crushed by the weight of a million actions I took

And the words I used as weapons?

Past the source of sin, is there a reason for all of this?

Free from all the distress I will be until it all makes sense

I can't see it now, oh

Something 'bout the way you turn and never look back

I'm unsure

I'm unsure