Its Written on the Lines by Tapestried Lyrics

The last seconds pass
Too few for the task
Finality staining the glass

To gather your thoughts
Collected enough
Creates one final art

With hope it's message be retained

With an interest in the finite
You'd harbour the feelings of the wise
But even when it's all been spent
You'll blindly confide in your own lie
And persistence is innate;
A trivial chase
With no end
To attend

So enthralled in the glory
See belief clash violently
With the observed reality
Refuse to believe in fault internally
Providing a false sense of certainty

When it's travelled it's course
Oh will you wait at the door?
Your lack of fortitude forms
A tacit answer
And when it seeks to impose you
To offer all you had known
An excess of affliction
Becomes what you are

Sometimes you send to sleep the thought
That soon after now
A grim display will gain form
With space for one
Regret for having been born
Slips from the tongue
A request, in self-imposed want
Is anxiously wrought

Struggle
And toss, and turn
Under your breath
Speak senselessly
Without breaking the silence
Greater defiance
Won't serve as an answer
Almost certain to crumble
Amidst the weight of it all
Approach the gate;
Approach the grave
With eyes closed
Before it's shown

To you

All the lines
It's written on the lines
Swift like
The passing of time
When all the time has passed
You'll happily depart
With a smile on your face

Embrace...
Embrace...
Embrace...
Embrace your end
It was imminent
Pretend to be content with your share
Of impotence
Of time expired
The two collide
Preceding an uncontested retire
The cycle won't halt
Still upon withdrawal
The beauty of cause
Draws all
And as it falls
Into line
All this love
All this time
In repose
Two alone
To never cross
Until it's over