Endless

I look around
And all I see is death.
The table turns
Around and round
Different faces,
Same old places
Churches and Cemeteries
I’ve been here before

The table turns
This wheel of time
It goes forward
Always forward
But the past keeps recurring
Two weeks, four deaths
Injury and heartbreak
I’ve been here before

This blackness envelops
And closes in
Buried alive in a coffin
I never chose
Surrounded by life
Trapped by life
‘Cause life, it always comes
Life, it always goes