Running Tired - As A Conceit

Can you face death

In a life without purpose?

In a life without purpose

I learned how to search in my depths

Those who have knowledge of life they just don’t fear death

I started from scrap, and discovered instead

In the house of the brave they still hold some dread

It’s unavoidable

I am never caught slipping, I know we’re doomed

Cause for late that it comes it is always too soon

Death is relief of many but the end of all

Something you live for that would you die for?

Death is the wish of many but the end of all

What do you wish that you could die for?

While we’re alive we should focus on improving ourselves

I’m unsure this would help to find purpose in death

We’re running tired

But can’t comprehend

That our denial

Can’t offer any help

We’re running tired

But can’t comprehend

That our denial

Will be our very end

And we will know

And we will know

When our time will be gone

And we won’t save us anymore

We will know

We will know

Where’s the point where we did go wrong

Here is the point where we did go wrong.

Ouh

Something you live for that would you die for?

What do you wish that you could die for?

As unexciting as it can be

I have no desire of victory

No fear of defeat

No fear of defeat

No fear of defeat

We took a peak on the other side

There’s no clamor, no glory no bask in daylight

Not a thing all around, not a thing underfoot

Not a thing but the deepest of debts of gratitude

Can you face death?

In a life without purpose?

In a life without purpose

And we will know

And we will know

When our time will be gone

And we won’t save us anymore

We will know

We will know

Where’s the point where we did go wrong

They say while we’re alive

We should focus on improving ourselves

I’m unsure this would help