The liquid is in your throat
For hopeless delight
After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted.
All you've had and all you became,
The night is calling, you pray forth.
The barren waste is your land
Your crops, they were sown to die
The skin is a mirror
The eyes hollow with ignorance
Health runs from your lips
Sucked in and safe in a world of sleep
All those years caring for a liar
A benefit road that is winding higher
You're a moth too close to the fire
You are stuck in
a route of confusion
Changing and waiting
and seeking the truth of it all
Fleeing your sorrows
Pushing your spirit away
Sick of the weakness of the psyche
A whisper from the heart
of evil luring them all into despair
Resenting the goods of a savior
And cries out
For the restless will also die
A selection culled from the damned,
drawing a lifeline of one
A friend died in your room
and sought the birth of a follower
Oh, brother, you are a killer
and you target yourself
I wish you'd never come back
for us to see the beckoning end
And the pride of a mother
brought flaws in a mother's son
And the love from a father
was used by a father's son
Overheard us talking
in a smoke of lost hope
The language of a parting
so clear and so true
Overheard us talking