Too Long lyrics

She has lived too long

Every breath a labour

Every move a torture

The quintacenturian

Yet grey has not come

There is no joie de vie

Only la mort macabre

Each exhilation a sigh

Each inhalation torment

So very little love of life

Death's door is apathy

Its infinite silence, envy

Life's spark quenched

With disdain and bother

Garnered disappointment

Cheating herself willingly

Robbing others of joy

A fated path of damnation

Given this selfish tithe

Perpetuating her own hell