Young child drowning in a sea of pain

Body infested with debilitating proteus strain

Distant footsteps approach, but they're not for him

The anticipation of vistors wanes, spirits dim



Through the drone of a hemodialysis machine

God says oh dying frame, there's only one place to lean



Antes de que la muerte venga a llevarte asi

Quiero que acceptes a mi Hijo, murio por ti

(Before death arrives to take you away like that

I want you to accept my Son, who died for you)



Wrinkled hands reach out for cold metal rails

This decrepit life is so very frail

Body starts to shake in violent burning rigors

Though the mountains crumble deep into the sea

God is ever present

He sees everything