"A Moment Gone Too Soon" lyrics

"A Moment Gone Too Soon"

Sixth from the sun
Imprisoner using time itself
The hour glass gets lower everyday
These grains of sand, they cut like glass
Stinging sharp just like the past
I wish the rain would wash away my tears

All fear the reaper

I feel the hurt
As I try to rid this curse
Just clinging on for five more years

The fruits of labour
Rotten to the core
The god of time keeps calling out for more
I watch my life spin
In all directions
Illusion of free will giving me false hope

All meet the reaper

I still feel the hurt
As I try to rid this curse
Just clinging on for five more years
What is worse?
Knowing life but without its worth
Or holding on to a moment gone to... soon

Cold is the touch of his hand
As I face the end
I won't submit to the void

Fade away
Shackled by black
Angels are calling me
Live today
Devour the sun
Won't turn into ash

He's put out the call
Will you answer?

Death is calling
We are all summoned back
To the void
Death is calling
There is no turning back
The debt must be paid

I mourn the loss of a world, a world I knew
Flowers laid for a moment gone too soon
A moment gone too soon
A moment gone too soon


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