It's alive, they celebrate But I sigh in disappointment, why? So what if they have started something? What difference does it make? Why can't your cold heart just embrace their joy? If so for their sake? Why do you feel this nagging need to go the other way? Your introversion makes your corroded soul more hollow every day ♪ Can instinct really be so cruel and go against the grain? I mean the outcome of your highest hopes is hard to explain If words are true and not a front, your need to self obsess Then I'll say a silent prayer for you and ask forgiveness ♪ Confrontation makes no sense Inward bitter till the end Pictures you will never see Death for you, death for me Embrace in full the darker parts Always geared up when it starts Something you would never do Death for me, death for you It's a crime that I cannot commit Ideas that I cannot permit A father you will never be Death for you, death for me Conversation makes no sense Inward bitter 'till the end Wallow in you solitude Death for me, death... ♪ For you!