The 11th Hour - One Last Smoke

[Ed:]
Every breath I breath is filled with pain-
-The Devil's gain
Caught in anageing dying shell

I am confined in this rattling coughing cadaver
Waiting for an end to leave this - breating Hell

[Rogga:]
Close your eyes and weep
Tar you sowed, death you reap
All this wealth, useless in your missery
You know the grane only takes one currency

[Ed:] Diagnosis clear, it's terminal, the end of all
My lungs destroyed beyond repair
I should be crying but what good are tears-
-Against these fears
This burden is for me and me alone to bear

What forgiveness can I possibly receive
They've been gone so long I've forgotten-
- How to grieve
No one left to soothe my guilt riedden bones
I'll have to walk this final road… Alone

[Ed:] One last smoke
[Rogga:] One final cigarette