i have a morbid obsession with dying, but in reality, i'm doing great. thanks for asking.
lyrics
these are my final days
it's too much to talk about
there's a society growing in my blood
it's a secret, as secret as it gets for a club
they build their lives
but they don't know
that they're killing their host
days
they all just seem the same to me
sometimes i guess
i feel a little dizzy
i've always felt a need
to do things
but recently
i just can't feel busy
thinking about it doesn't help
these days still seem to melt away
what is time
when you don't know
how much of it is left for you?
there's a question on my mind
will i know when i've died?
what is time like
when it ceases to exist?
who will finish this song when i'm gone?
these are my final days
it's too much to talk about
my blood it poisons me
it doesn't know that it's killing its host
credits
from tanz der lemons,
released March 4, 2008
brandon eugene miller: guitars, vocals