41 Years ft. Carcosa, Andrew Baena & Johnny Ciardullo Lyrics

The nights are the site

Where I take the time

To reflect to look at how finite

Your life was

Spent 41 years here

With those demons

That you'd hear

Clocks

Ticking

At the end

Of your rope

The signs define

Taking the color from your eyes

Mind occupied

In a riptide

Soul was denied

Of something to live by

Each day waiting for that moment to be notified

That

Something

Had

Gone awry

Days becoming more unclear

You're here, you're there, you disappear

The urges always so severe

The moments finally drawing near

Where you die!

The nights are the site

Where I take the time

To reflect to look at how finite

Your life was

Spent 41 years here

With those demons that you'd hear

Living each day, keeping composure

Thoughts replaying over and over

My mind's beaten, too more exposure

I know I'll never get that closure

Drowned at the core

Spirits been torn

Left to mourn

Nothing more