It's coming to us all No matter where we run Here and now is all we have Let all be said, let all be done Every second closer I think I see the shadows approach No one knows the hour No one knows the day In one moment Death Becomes Us We trim the branches But still one thing holds true When the flood approaches We are bound to the earth by the roots All is loss and all is vanity A chasing after winds In shadows grasp at shallow sanity Life ends as it begins The whispers of our own humanity Remind us of our sins And our pride and in our vanity We try to catch the winds A quality of life A true and loyal friend A still and quiet mind With which to face the end No one knows the hour No one knows the day In one moment In one final breath Death Becomes Us