Under the light between heaven and
my morbid body;
it's there.
The Doctor forgot the anesthesia.
The succession of my repression;
there is no one better.
He let me feel every inch of
the blade as he tried to perform
a miracle.

Truths are told for entertainment.

He cut me deep, deep, deep...
A single tear shoots out of my left eye;
I can't ever rest.

The virus is part of me now.
Oh how I pray for the times I knew
everything and nothing;
all at once.
I miss seeing everything in black and white.
It is all to vivid now.
I can't help but tremble thinking of those
times now buried in afternoon backyards.

The Doctor can see this, and so, so much more.
He finally understands now.
the operation never stood a chance in hell.
The anesthesia would have been a waste of time,
I suppose.

I wake up and feel nothing;
this time by choice.
I throw coins into that old fountain,
bronze over gold they say.
I wake up and feel it all;
this time by choice.*

I now sob with innocence as my backdrop.
It is always black and white.
The Doctor said this might happen;
everything and nothing equal suicide.

Last I heard, death sneaked up faster than
I could run.
Those ******* thought of me as a truth.
That black, rotting tongue of yours
spit out even blacker lies.
This death, this very death,
is enough to make everything blend in with
everything.
That river runs away as if it knows;
Death is a black hole.
You know it's there, but not where.
To you, and only you, I am crushed under the
weight of these unchangeable truths;
you are gone.
My blood, Come back.
This blood, take it.
These tears can create a new river if the world
really needed it.

I'd do it too.
(If I Could)