An observation of grief Every day is the same But the clock's still counting down Will I see Your light at the end Or will I just rot in the ground? Tirelessly sedating Always trying to escape Being alone in the dark of my mind What will it say to me? The ground removed from Beneath my feet I cannot breathe Existence is deafening Every day is the same But the clock's still counting down Will I see Your light at the end Or will I just rot in the ground? Lord haste the day When my faith is sight I can't take another day I can't live another night Crawling to the altar With broken bones I come bleeding As He calls me home Gritting my teeth Writhing in my sleep I thought I was Alone I feel it all Slipping away I heard Your call Come take me away Lord haste the day When my faith is sight I can't take another day I can't live another night