Seconds Gone

Transience constantly surrounds us
Everything must die
And so the flames of passion go out
As fast as they ignite

In my heart of black
There's no room forever
But if you don't mind
I can give you pleasure

Death is just around the corner
A second and you're gone
Let's live like there is no tomorrow
'Cause chances are there is none

There's a tragedy that lies in the loss
Of every second gone

Find pleasure in mortality
Eternity in seconds
Amusement in futility
Because the reaper beckons

In my heart of black
There's no room forever
But this very night
I will give you pleasure

And the tragedy that lies in the loss
Of every second gone
Surpasses that of its predecessors
Since there are less to come