Transendin

Transcending, toll's ending life again. 
Dreams withered, I'm torn in two my friends
I see clearly, you're all balled up , defend,
Will to live what do we have to give,
Darkened clouds and, the rain falls down on me, Falls down on me,down on me, on me.
Condasending those words
No longer bend, to put simply we all must end, so we all must end

Grunge, blues, hard rock