liquid is in your throat for hopeless delight after all you fell in love with death life has aborted all you ve had and all you became the night is calling you pray forth a barren waste is your land crops they were sown to die this skin is a mirror the eyes hollow with ignorance health runs from your lips sucked in and safe from the world of sleep all years caring for a liar the barren drift road is winding higher you re a moth too close to the fire you are stuck in a route of confusion changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all fleeing your sorrows pushing your spirit away sick of the weakness of the psyche a whisper from the heart of evil luring them all into despair resenting the goods of a saviour and cries out for the restless will also die a selection culled from the damned drawing a lifeline of one a friend died in your room and sought the birth of a follower o brother you are a killer and you target yourself i wish youd never come back for us to see the beckoning end and the pride of a mother drawn close in a mother s son and the love from a father was used by a father s son and the pride of a mother drawn close in a mother s son and the love from a father was used by a father s son overheard us talking in a smoke of lost hope the language of a parting so clear and so true overheard us talking1