Written with unflinching honesty I resume
Although I still see this poignant death as an empty room
Yes, I will resume this empathy
I'll admit it's not well-crafted with superiority
This inevitable event deftly captures us all moving into a vagrancy
Confronting the abyss of what might be

Do you know how hard it is
to make a dead man proud
It just about puts yourself in the ground

Living for a corpse with a pulse
They have no place for their words
Taking advice from a dead man is absurd

Until they put life back into their own soul
Don't go out of your way and dig your own hole

Your body is the capitol of our state
I'll meet you there, or at least what's left of it
I look into your eyes, you're not letting me through the gate

I can't manage this entire place
You have to lift your face
Emerge from the sheets
It's not home without me

I'm terrified of becoming like this air vent
Cold, rational and controlled by a panel
I want to decide when I turn on and off

We built our new compartments
We don't know where we've been
We've come a product of our lies
An even bigger lie

I don't see you in the same light
Most likely I'm blinded by my own darkness
Our souls lost the fight

My vision can no longer decipher
What is imaginative and what is just too clear
Far too realistic for me to comprehend

But I saw a glimpse of light last night
I'm resurfacing, It's alright
It'll all be coherent soon
I'll help you out of this hell of a cocoon

You haven't called in five days
You destroyed this place
Did you see the look upon her face?
I feel so ashamed
You've got it all displaced

The sound of your keys opening her only door
She waited for you every moon
But you beat her, you killed her down to the core

I know you're scared, you're lost
Come on, baby
Tell me do you believe in me

Every crack in the floor compares to every crack in her soul
Every broken window is irreplacable

You shut her only door
There was much more than this house
You destroyed much more

If I lose myself anymore I am going to disintegrate
and even if that were to happen,
you'd probably still be there to adore my ashes