Maybe it’s me but I can’t seem to see
Past the pouring rain that some seeds seem to need
Impatiently awaiting answers; questions asked inside a dream
Life today is a waiting room full of magazines I’ve seen
At best we get to live free from hurt up in the sky
At worst it’s the hearse that holds the love that we survived
There’s nowhere farther away than 12 feet from my eyes
I tell the dirt it hurts to pray and I hope the preacher lied
Save me I am lost and I don’t know where to look
All the things you gave to me, in turn you took
The love I gave was far stronger than my frame
Hope is all I have still you keep her far away
The man of rusty steel whose super power’s pain
Hard to cope insane in a world so built on change
The lies we tell ourselves day in and day out, I’ll bet
Tell less of who we are than the dreams that we forget
So here’s to loss and life or so it seems
Stitched together night and day with pain from love's requiem