Words are whispering past me I don't hear them anymore Life is falling around me I can't hold onto it Slipped through my fingers People speak, I've no reply I'm empty inside Bu for the incessant screaming Which refuses to subside Can you hear it? I've been dying a long time Down on my knees There's no way out of here I've been dying a long time Can't seem to pick up the pieces of my life Living sculptures of the dead My pastime, to pain gone past I offer this shrine to you This alter to despair This chalice of anguish I am Can you bear to sip this holy water Can you bear one droplet of my wine? A rather monumental occasion, isn't it? Twelve months ago to the moment you destroyed yourself, Much as I told you you would.