The Loom
I am waiting for the end without living
It is ok no one will be sad nor grieving
No one will know that I am missing
For this loveless world spins like an old wooden loom
And I'm a weaver threading my own impending doom
I am waiting for the end without living
It is ok no one will be sad nor grieving
No one will know that I am missing
For this loveless world spins like an old wooden loom
And I'm a weaver threading my own impending doom