Six Sirens

Project 86

And now I sit in thought as the plot of my days commences,

and I'm left with fences

Put off the thoughts of my end so long to race

to chase after the trend so fleeting

Hours pass unsettled, unresolved my passions

I scrape to win a new day to waste

Misaligned priorities parallel my desires

I hide my eyes to avoid embrace

I smell the stench, unavoidable approach comes against

And yet I'm left asking the question

Denied a way to defend the thoughts

That this side equates with what awaits



I'm ripping right through the masses, sacrifice into ashes

Giving up what was past tense, raising up like Lazarus

I laugh at the strongman who thought he had control

A hold on my eternity-eternal is Christ empowers me

Like the faith that builds my strength

Is like your dreams that fade away

The battlefiels we soldiers play

I dance with life beyond the grave

And Jah knows that I will never rest my head

No time for us to sleep

We concentrate on the son until our eyes bleed

Salvation carries a cost, we must prevail

Death creeps like the breeze, but have no fear, watch me inhale



Temporary bliss, the depths await my burial as the hours seem as seconds

The end of your bliss is coming --face the path and sip the last

Embrace ends-every day a new day to die

Diestime-the former life is past

Blindside-I know what awaits my fate

Hastebreath-unavoidable ceasing of days

Today is a good day to die