The Seed Left Behind

Never again the leaves will turn red
The stains will never wash out
As I enter the garden of hedons
The loss don't struggle to win
I think I have lost my sight

I try to turn my face away
Bur wherever I turn I get drowned
As I enter the garden of hedons
The fear becomes me

Could it be. We never tried?
Or a simple fact of life?
In the end all good will die
Is there a reason to stay alive?

I wipe myself clean
With the essence of my tears
The shimmers flickering by me
Eradicate my feats
I think I have lest my mind

A soulless landscape
A dying sun
Countless disasters
Seems to be our utopia

I recall laughter
I recall life
Differing in shapes
Returning to the same dead ends

Could it be we never tried?
Or a simple fact of life?
In the end all good will die
Is there a reason to stay alive?

Arc we holy enough?
Do we have what it takes?
Can we see through the dark?
Can we single out the light?

I try to turn my face away
But wherever I turn I get drowned
As I enter the garden of hedons
The fear becomes me

As the sun struggles to rise
Chaos reigns in my mind
And the reason I stay alive
Is solely the seed left behind

Could it be we never tried?
Or a simple fact of life?
In the end all good will die
Is there a reason to stay alive?
In the end all good will die
Is there a reason to stay alive?