Letra de The worst is yet to come

These words have slipped again.
Stitch the lips of the mouth that murmurs them.
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
There´s still tie to wake up.
Get out while you still can speak.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won´t heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I´m fearing... The worse is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won´t heal themselves.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I´m fearing... The worse is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more.
My will is too weak to carry on