[intro Opening with radio static] [Verse 1] As you meditate, then, on the peace of Death, look closely at the hands you have held so long. How often they shook from hunger, how often they clenched around pain. The body is a tenant with a short lease. It learns the shape of sorrow, then, at last, learns release. Not all endings are theft. Some are mercy arriving late. [Verse 2] You will see, perhaps, how sweet is the fate of those who have ceased to suffer. The old fear falls quiet. The hard room softens. Even the wound grows still. What seemed like a door slammed shut may be a gate left open. What seemed like loss may be the first clean breath after years of smoke. [Pre-Chorus] So let the grieving hands tremble. So let the name be spoken. There is no shame in loving what was borrowed. There is no shame in weeping at the shore. [Chorus] Ceased to suffer (ceased to suffer) Sweet is the fate (sweet is the fate) No more pain here (no more pain here) Only the rest (only the rest) [Verse 3] Do not call the dark a monster just because it asks for silence. Do not call the quiet cruel just because it keeps its distance. The river does not hate the stone when it carries it away. The winter does not hate the field when it covers it in white. Some departures are soft as wool. Some goodbyes are kind. [Bridge] And if you stand beside the bed, and if the room is full of nothing but the clock, remember: love is not made smaller by leaving. Love is the lamp you carry through the last corridor. [Chorus] Ceased to suffer (ceased to suffer) Sweet is the fate (sweet is the fate) No more pain here (no more pain here) Only the rest (only the rest) [Outro] As you meditate on the peace of Death, do not look only at the taking. Look at the ending of ache. Look at the unfastening. Look at the face made gentle by the absence of harm.
