(And The Chorus Sang) A Dead Refrain

(album: What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse - 2001)

Skyscrapers are crumbling mountains move in my path
the streets lights are twisting pulling me to the earth
My veins are anchored in this city I am defeated by this lack of conviction

I am crushed by 800 miles eyes widened in self loathing
when the fucking dirt proves stronger
than the most pure emotion that I've ever fucking had
so what is left in life but my destruction?
why do my lungs still gasp when I no longer breathe for you?
where is the truth in my existence when I have been cut off from
your tender fingertips all that I've known falls down around me
every twisting tree and dead end street reminding me of you
taking me back a year
my life crawls on without you amongst the endless snowing sheets
disheartening moments of salvation come to me only when I am asleep
I no longer stomach the denial hiding the weakness of my being.
the day to day has been a slow blur since you left
only (your) forgiveness sets me free free
the bridges collapsing hillsides are growing fast
the pavement is shifting quicksand controls my will
I question life and its true meaning
I am defeated by this feebleness of will
frenzied thoughts arrest my mind
as I descend towards my eminent destruction
the only thing I can rely on when I lie even to myself
skyscrapers are crumbling mountains are closing in my path
the streets lights are twisting pulling me to the earth
My veins are anchored in this city
I am defeated by this lack of conviction
am i already dead? I proceed hollow unloved
I am our burnt out memory self muutilation is my mainstay
tear me away from the pictures of your face
pry my eyes from your written word
tear me away from the bondage of regret
convince me that I am alive
this is the end the end of everything
all I held dear has slipped from my grasp
this is the end the end of everything
all whom I've loved are fucking memories
this is the end the end of everything
as I am ripe for this demise
this is the end this is the end of everything
I kneel godless and beaten
I long for moments when my eyes aren't blinded by emptiness.