death on the horizon consciousness asleep the soul is unprepared fear runs deep always agonizing on what can t be known heavy is the burden when the tester rules the throne try to realize who s born and who dies struggling to know the truth to this bardo the wright of knowledge burden of old it seems so simple with eyes closed starting to wake up from an ageless ruse what once was choice now i can t refuse try to realize who s born and who dies struggling to know the truth to this bardo the ball of molten the ball of molten lead trying to dislodge trying to dislodge the ball of molten lead feeling found and lost together gone too far to turn back now king of death is overthrown bid this world a last goodbye void the gaze without the eyes shedding tears but no one cries inhale the space of the vessel bid the host a last goodbye so sick and tired of the lies force fed as truth in perfect disguise squander this life in belief of the false i try but i can t dislodge this ball of doubt