The curtain's closed
No way home
The nectar of life run dry
These tainted words
Made to hurt
Cut in me with its' knife

This morning comes a step too soon
A lonely gaze, an empty room
You're a far cry, a distant memory
But something inside of me always knew this
I'd be standing here without you
As if nothing's happened

The minutes are hours, the hours are days,

I feel infected by your presence, you speak in tounges,

I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs,