Ars Moriendi

Stuck in a boy
Stuck in a boy
She’s dying a very slow death
And doesn’t stop to look
What is the use?
In the ars moriendi
When you don’t even know
How he should live
Oh, what’s written there in the ars moriendi
That’s worth surrendering the only gifts we have to give
She lives in fear of endings
A thing most cannot help
Do you have any last words?
And did you write them yourself?
What is the use?
In the ars moriendi
When you don’t even know
How he should live
Oh, what’s in written there in the ars moriendi
That’s worth surrendering the only gifts we have to give
Degraded by your leisure
Is the legend of our kind
Make haste in your wealth of inspiration
Conquer the confines of your mind
Degraded by your leisure
Is the legend of our kind
Make haste in your wealth of inspiration
Conquer the confines of your mind
Conquer the confines of your mind
Conquer the confines of your mind
Conquer the confines of your mind