The dead are at my door
I think I'm winding down
I've started killing things that I don't wanna talk about
You can't get past your own sense of hate
I thinks it time you fall from more than grace
I can feel our fear
It's all together now
Its time take the stage and end it with a final bow
You've got my tongue right by the front teeth
I've got my knife, now it's time to eat
You think you've seen the light
I think it's getting darker
You're living life on easy
With nothing getting harder
Your mouth and brain will soon turn to dust
With everything you had to say to us
They all can see my brain
How did it get this way
The stars are moving on
My thoughts will dissipate
The sky has birthed another bastard son
Without my help, it will be hard to run