This Rotting Vessel Appears

There’s a hole deep in my heart where happiness used to be
It cradles my hand and tells me I’m dead
Out of the clouds
The moon came into view
Becoming more clear
This rotting vessel appears
There is a time when the sun will fade away
There is a time when the sun will burn away
Death, I am
Death, I am the sun
Trying to capture the day turning cold
Trying to bear some piece of mind
Trying to capture that moment in time
Trying to capture some piece of mind