ty-six years and seems like I've just begun To understand my, my intimate is no one When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites? They cut the cast, the music, and the lights This is my line, this is eternal How did I ever end up here?

Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun To understand my, my intimate is no one When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites? They cut the cast, the music, and the lights This is my line, this is eternal How did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues Such revelations while understood by no one When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace? Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste This is my line, this is eternal How did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone Give me something, give me something Give me something, give me something Give me something, give me something real I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle Everyday another small piece can't be found I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit This is my line, this is eternal How did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone This is my line, this is eternal How did I end up here? Discarnate, preternatural My prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time left me disowned To this nature, so unnatural I remain alone We held hands on the last night on earth Our mouths filled with dust. We kissed under the trees And in the fields Screaming like dogs, Bleeding dark into leaves. It was empty on the edge of town But we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walk through the waste Where the road curved into the sea. And the shattered seasons lay And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease In our cancer of passion you said "Death is a midnight runner." The sky came crashing down Like the news of an intimate suicide We picked up the shards And formed them into shapes of stars That wore like an antique wedding dress The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn As the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away In hopes of a better pastime I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked But you made me realize That my ticket wasn't good for two... I rode alone You said the cinders are falling like snow. There is poetry in despair And we sang with unrivaled beauty. Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in The flesh of the city. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon And the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, And somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched Into the earth like a message.