this is for dead cavalry
this is for fodder with no available cannon
this is for water underground

this is for children
this is for adults
this is for everyone

this is for those wounded
but weaving a web of past sorrows through their teardrops
this is for those on the ground
who will never hope to get up

make a coffin for me
out of masking tape and wooden planks
float me down the river
like your savior like your savior like only your savior could

don't let your insides go bad

give me another one
to rectify
to resolve
or to destroy
on certain terms
at certain times

this I know for certain
I am never alone

dead leaves turn the forest to rust
we all go there in the end
everyone loves you when you're dead

if its in front of you push it down
if it irritates you throw it away or

numb!
numb!
numb after all

I sleep with their words all around me
a cacophony of the sick
I look at you to save me
and I don't know why

I am beyond saving

for every piece you took
I took a bit more
for every time you looked
I laughed a bit harder
for every time you cried
I dug your hole deeper

sweet dreams