Lletres: Mourning Caress. Imbalance. Towards the decline of existence.

Close to oblivion I was
Endeavoured to make a change
This legacy of broken faith
On which I've to build my world
What a glorious fuck is it
In which I'm stuck right now
Searching for the origin
I don't have to look far

No, it's right beside me
Is just so close
I can feel your heart beating
Oh no, It's right beside me
Is just so close
I can feel your heart beating