Testo di Seconds Gone

Transience constantly surrounds us Everything must die And so the flames of passion go out As fast as they ignite In my heart of black There's no room forever But if you don't mind I can give you pleasure Death is just around the corner A second and you're gone Let's live like there is no tomorrow 'Cause chances are there is none There's a tragedy that lies in the loss Of every second gone Find pleasure in mortality Eternity in seconds Amusement in futility Because the reaper beckons In my heart of black There's no room forever But this very night I will give you pleasure And the tragedy that lies in the loss Of every second gone Surpasses that of its predecessors Since there are less to come