A symphony of saxophones may announce
These words are less than sound
Make it safe to breathe
As my mind goes finding deadly places

Anyone is anywhere at all
And all that really matters
Maybe I can feel
Even feel I'm dying

A gospel from the prophets must announce
This skin is empty now
Give me blood to bleed
As I break my shape into painful pieces

Always even if the dark is whole
And nothing really matters
Maybe I can see
A little glimpse of light