the little death
the little death (English) — La petite mort
the little death — Ο μικρός θάνατος
"the little death" in lyrics
A moment like a breath cut short
By a late summer evening
The angels left before
And their faces stained with white
I think that it is too late
To tell you that it hurts
and never let anyone tell you different
or make you feel inhuman 'cause your tendency of sinnin'
We're all dead, waking up is the next step
your last breathe, give it up to the little death
[Chorus] [3x]SickTanicK - A New Aeon
I can't believe that the little death,
over whose head we're looking every day,
is still a worry to us, and an affliction.
I can't believe that it really looms;
I still live, I have time to build:
One eyelash-blink is all it takes
I dream loudly in electric backgrounds
No way out, let's me find the little death.
Put the here and now out of order... out of order