Liquid is in your throat, For hopeless delight. After all you fell in love with d**h, Life has aborted all you've had And all you became, The night is calling, you pray forth. A barren waste is your land, Your crops, they were sown to die. This skin is a mirror, The eyes hollow with ignorance, Health runs from your lips, Tucked in and safe in a world of sleep. All those years caring for a liar. A benefit 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 Whispered from the heart of evil Luring them all into despair Resenting the goods of a savior And cries out For the restless will also die A selection culled from the damned Drawing the life under one. A friend died in your room And sought the birth of a follower Oh, Brother! You're a k**er And you target yourself I wish you'd never come back For us to see The beckoning end And the pride of a mother Brought flaws 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 our parting So clear and so true Overheard us talking