I feel the sickness starts to grow
Inside I bleed
My heart and lungs are infected
With disease
Not much time to spare
Only pain will follow
I start to think what I have done
In history
I hear the blade keeps calling
Let it taste my skin
My veins once were filled with blood
So pure and red
Cut them all I tell you
Cut them deep and crush them
I want to feel it while I can
The agony
I am no one
For you, you see
My time is over
So fade away
The streets filled with people
No one saw or knew me
I start to think what I have done
In history
Not much time to spare
Before pain will follow
Now come and leave your farewells
For eternal dream
Sickness starts to grow inside,
Inside I bleed,
My heart and lungs are infected,
With disease.
Not much time to spare,
Only pain will follow,
I start to think what I've done
In history.
I hear the blade keeps calling,
Let it taste my skin,
My veins once were filled with blood,
So pure and red.
Cut them all I tell you,
Cut them deep and crush them,
I want to feel it while I can,
The agony.
I am no one,
For you, you see,
My time is over,
So fade away.
The streets filled with people,
No one saw or knew me,
I start to think what I've done
In history.
Not much time to spare,
Before pain will follow,
Now come and leave your farewells
For eternal dream.
Песня повествует о человеке, страдающем от внутреннего разрушения и болезни, которые разрушают его изнутри. Он чувствует боль и страдание, и его сердце и легкие поражены болезнью. Возможно, это метафора для душевной боли или депрессии. Человек начинает задумываться о том, что он сделал в жизни и какое наследие оставит после себя. В конце концов, он готовится к смерти и прощается с миром.