Salty Grave

Surely death has found me
It has kept a hold of me all this far
My actions will reveal
Only time will tell
These passions start to slip away
Memories flash like seconds in a day
I see the world from the outside
I see the world from the outside
There is something to say about being desperate
Down and low
Giving a chance to see what it all can mean
There is something to say about being desperate
Down and low
Upon my arrival, I either learn to swim or drown
As I struggle for air, I see only water
And I reach for anything as I cry for help
I feel my body growing weak
Slipping away, it occurs to me that my cries are worthless
Acknowledging death
I no longer mourn my own loss
And I begin to sing praises to the one that has me here
As I sink to my salty grave, I drown
No hand to reach for, no ear to listen
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
In your ear
I sink to my salty grave, I drown
There is no hand to pull me back
I sink to my salty grave, I drown
There is no hand to pull me back
Up to the light, I will sing praises
Surely we will all die
Up to the light, I will sing praises
Because surely we will all die