The Worst Is Yet To Come

These words have slipped again
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear
There's still time to wake up
Get out while you still can speak
Get out while you still can

This mud is too thick to see through
The stiches are coming out
The wounds won't heal
Is this embedded status permanent?

So, I'm fearing the worst is yet to come
Days are getting shorter
Shorter
Close your eyes for awhile, rest a little longer
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 worst is yet to come
Days are getting shorter
Shorter
Close your eyes for awhile, rest a little longer
Longer

These words have slipped again
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear
These shoulders are too weak to carry anymore
My will is too weak to carry on

The worst is yet to come
Days are getting shorter
Shorter
Close your eyes for awhile, rest a little longer
Longer

The worst is yet to come
Days are getting shorter