Death'S Blank Page

The claud hand of death has strangled me thousands of times
Now my life is a sacrifice to life itself
If light rides in from the past, what's to say we're not at last?
Watching life relapse
Searching for distant memories of foggy, bored fever dreams

God is an addict and we all might be addicts too
God is an addict and we all might be addicts too
God is an addict and we all might be addicts too

The cold sway of death has danced these floors thousands of times
All just trying to find new ways to get on by
Each feather plucked from the bird is a wasted wish come true
And now the floor is covered with plumes

Should we write our fate away? Here's a blank page
We write our fate away? Here's a blank page
Write our fate away? Here's a blank page
We write our fate away? Here's a blank page
Write our fate away? Here's a blank page