Testo Deathstimate

I don't know where this is going
I don't know how long I've got
There is no certain way of knowing
When is time for the full stop

In this time that I've been given
As I try to fill my days
Everything slips out of focus The familiar things seem strange


The road ahead looks shorter
that the one behind
Either way I'm no closer to wisdom

There are lots of ugly people on this world
I know because I'm one
When I get a chance I'll step out of the shadows
And turn my face into the sun

There are thing that I will miss
When everything is done
The comfort of my skin The whisper of my Blood