- Shrill Notes Begin, The Grim Violin
Then From The Silence A Violence Of Sirens
Orchestrate The Score To Which
One More Corpse Is Left Quiet
i don't know what to do with myself,
i don't know what to do with myself,
i feel so dead yet i'm alive
i don't know what has come over me,
i don't know what is taking over me,
i feel the end arising,
but another day passes me by
my time is expiring,
and i still refuse to maneuver through fading light,
can't get it together
no matter how hard i may try
i'm back with the same empty bottle
with the past rewinding in my mind.
am i alone or just isolation by decesion?
this could be a self-induced demise
i don't know what to do with myself,
i feel so dead yet i'm alive
i don't know what has come over me,
i don't know what is taking over me,
i feel the end arising,
but another day passes me by
my time is expiring,
and i still refuse to maneuver through fading light,
can't get it together
no matter how hard i may try
i'm back with the same empty bottle
with the past rewinding in my mind.
am i alone or just isolation by decesion?
this could be a self-induced demise
How We Become The Hollows Of Drums
The Rest Between Notes,
The Hollars That Never Reach Throats
"Friends" In Quotes,
They're Not Calling
The Rest Between Notes,
The Hollars That Never Reach Throats
"Friends" In Quotes,
They're Not Calling
