Text: Convergence. Points Of Views. Six Feet Under.

I see my face, inside the mirror
And ask myself, where am I going?
Time is flowing through me and is killing me.
I feel the end is coming for me
It's time to realize and judge my life,
Am I really what I want to be?
I wonder if I had wasted my life
Following my mediocrity.
I see my life, inside the mirror
I ask my self, what did I become?
Nothing, the answer is just nothing
I'm just a poor old man who's dieing
The weight of my years, brings me down
And all I can do is to wait.
Nothing, I?m just nothing.
Looser, I?m fuckin' looser.
Die, I?m gonna die.
Nothing, of me will remain.
The weight of my years, brings me down
And all I can do is to wait.