Vectors, Pt. II

Weep for the death of loved ones And remember their image What once was close, now is far What once was close Back to the black before birth Weep for loved ones passed beyond And hold the memories close There is no substitute For saying what you mean while you still can Like a moth to a flame I was drawn to the end of me It was the only thing I could think to do To stop the misery Back to the black before birth Back to the black before birth