I, feel, gravity.
Losing, track of me.
The void, has much to see.
It's my cemetery.

Little by little, I disappear.
Fiddle with a riddle trying to become clear.
Drifting in the void, no way to steer.
No way to avoid, I need a seer.
I can't see the end of this.
I can't see the end of this.
The world is something I won't miss.
But I want to see the end of this.

And I, feel, gravity.
Losing, track of me.
The void, has much to see.
In my cemetery.

Coming undone, I am coming undone.
Coming undone. oooh.

I, feel, gravity.
Losing, track of me.
The void, has much to see.
My cemetery.