Allister Crowley – Not Letting Go lyrics

Feeling less than able to win in this plight. Dealing with the heavens to stave my end appearing. A creature falling victim of whim, I wade lost in shadow. I’m slowly loosing senses, impaired I can’t fight. Don’t you agree, it’s best if I’m free to live? Wish to spurn this harvest attempt at my life. Fear, I want to know what my future holds,
For tomorrow I’m Not Letting Go. Just let me go. I can’t run and hide, no not this time. Gate man starts to wave me in, says it’s time. The reapers creeping closer, I feel his scythe is raising. To think I was immortal, I feel my senses waning.