Tourniquets turn to roses and bleed through the sky,
All the rain turns to oceans of death, I know why.
All the deities are dead, and you'll ask how I know,
You and I, we both killed them with nothing to show.

Violins make the screeching of banshees this time,
Try to speak, but the words never come out in rhyme.
Yes, we tried, but the music, it died in our sleep,
Still it vibrates, and yet, it is buried too deep.

Marionettes cut their strings and they turn back on us,
All the morals and meaning were drowned in our lust.
Dreams lost out to seduction, our hearts turned to stone,
I'm surrounded by monsters, but feel so alone.

In your cup in the morning, just what will you see?
Is it something to bind you or something to set you free?
All the stars have collapsed right in front of my eyes,
I can see them up close and their fire is lies.

Need a pulse, or a heartbeat to show you're still  here,
Take my hand, we can wade through the greed and the fear.
Though it's faint, I can sense there's a pinprick of light,
One last chance, let's escape from perpetual night.