During The End

Now he's drifting through a sharp scarlet lightFrom the exhausting day to a peaceful nightThis is the end of mess and complexityBeyond the fragmentic world and fatalityFloating as a falcons wing in a clear blue skyThe pleasure he's feeling now, it's the way to dieReleased from his flesh and bones, only lumps of creamClose to existence, it's just a dream?During the end...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...