Burial

We consume this world
like we're alone out there.
Once there's nothing left
will you still not care at all?
And while the will won't die
it still feels like
this is a burial.

So dead inside,
living own realities.
Do you think there's time?
Maybe,
but there is no infinity.

Concrete figures, concrete lungs.
Exhale. Exhale the darkest breath.
Burning the cold remembrance,
the remnants of our failures
are falling onto our heads.

We consume this world
like we're alone out there.
Once there's nothing left
will you still not care at all?
And while the will won't die
it still feels like
this is a burial…
of us all.

We consume this world
like we're alone out there.
Once there's nothing left
will we still not care?

So dead inside,
living own realities.
Do you think there's time?
Maybe,
but there is no infinity.