Ill, Orfn

Sick with a song
Sick,
It plays on
A posthumous release
A time traveler's need

I've been repeating myself lately
Over the years
Breaking my own records
Each time more severe

I'll leave it to God
To even the odds
And in time
The tune will fade into a hymn
Blessing me in spite of my sins
Caressing me into a lull
Uniting me with my true kin

Sick with a song
Sick,
It plays long
I am told I will grow
In time I will know

I'll leave it to God
To even the odds
And in time
The tune will fade into a hymn
Blessing me in spite of my sins
Caressing me into a lull
Uniting me with my true kin

But it grows on me
And I know
That in time
The tune will fade into a hymn
Blessing me in spite of my sins
Caressing me into a lull
Uniting me with my true kin