III:XX (LW / RG)

I.
There’s not a soul awake
except for you and the Devil
the idle hands of memory
leave you turning in your bed
the cold sweat and the dread
you can’t escape the thoughts
of all the bad things you’ve done
how you’ve gone and hurt someone

this is the witching hour
time stands still
this night will never end

you left a million scars
you count them as the minutes pass
there’s a desert in your throat
and the walls are caving in
why can’t you ever let them go
can’t wash the blood off of your hands
your late night confessions
still won’t absolve your sins

this is the witching hour
time stands still
this night will never end

II.
sic transit gloria mundi*
in ictu oculi
memento mori
remember you have to die

timor mortis conturbat me*
timor mortis conturbat me
timor mortis conturbat me
timor mortis conturbat me (sleep in heavenly peace)
conturbat me (sleep in heavenly peace)
conturbat me (sleep in heavenly peace)
conturbat me (sleep in heavenly peace)
conturbat me (sleep in heavenly peace)
conturbat me (sleep in heavenly peace)
conturbat me (sleep in heavenly peace)
conturbat me
conturbat me
conturbat me

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* "thus passes the glory of the world"
"in the blink of an eye"
* "the fear of death disturbs me"