Prolonging the Inevitable Forever

Cold lies, the substance of the chains that tie us to our
Pain. Then we're promised some relief, relief from the state
Weak pulse, Weak Pulse. Don't call the ambulance as my heart stops
Weak pulse, falling out of the rhythm, rhythm of this hopeless dance
All I can hear is my voice calling out
Into, into the void met with no reply
No Answer to agony
There's no solace in this meaningless existence
Cold Lies