I watched you look through me, I’ve seen this all before, And I’ve watched with whom you speak, But I hide so you don’t know that.. And I even watch you sleep, It’s become to me a bore, As I rise triumphantly I take what’s left and run…
Can it be its grown old? Inside of me no control, The past has been to me cold, But now you’re here with me.
As I sit and watch you bleed, I give thought to those you knew and It then occurs to me that this happened before.
Can it be you’re so cold? I haven’t been in control, I have released my black soul, And that’s why you’re here with me.
I now condemn this body. I now must reap what I have sown. I can’t bare the thought of heaving earth… Anymore.
Can it be you’re now home? Can it be you’re disowned? Can you be cold like stone? And now you’re here overgrown,