Last Sunrise - IMPERIAL

Rot away with the dissonance struck between each chord

Every sour note sings the symphony of your approaching death

Violins in the minor complete the sorrow you have driven upon yourself

Sustaining the apathy

That you need

That you grieve

Chained and weighted your body is sinking as you reach out to me

Fingertips break the way

Watch your life slip away

You watched every changing moment pass you by

Wishing you could see the sun rise one last time

One more line till your last sunrise

One more line till we mourn for you

Your life rests on thin white lines

To dissipate as the last flame burns like the friends you left behind

You never felt life before

You greeted death

You strolled along the rail razors in hand

Plunging head first into your own reflection

Wishing you could see the sun rise one last time

The ink is dry so turn the page to find an ending