• I've, fallen from grace.

    I've worn the soles of my shoes into the ground.

    My soul is ready to retire, to lay my body six feet under.




    I'm afraid to see the world of waste.

    I'm afraid to breathe the toxic air.

    The damage is done.




    I've, fallen away from love.

    I've worn my life away back into the earth.

    My soul is so tired, would you mind if I put it to rest?