With his festered one ton heart. 

I hear it every night. 
In every eye I close. 

There's a bridge without an answer. 
There's a death to hide. 

Feel the hour of closing sores. 
The flesh is found to die. 

The fools flood the asphalt. 
Delivering their hearts over, into the abyss . 

Sleeping alone but fret not. 
There are none and the notes speed. 

Her hips closer. 
And his hair is thinning more. 

Every night with every white. 

Please, without an answer. 
Deliver me peace to drool alone. 

Against the shackles of youth. 
And promises. 

And everything.