We strolled upon the parapet Flailing our arms, lest we forget To look as the light in the attic How it lingers on and on The pages sing Their little talks of how we will Always lose this war
We’ll close our eyes We’ll close our eyes until we both go blind We will reprise We will reprise these songs of the dead We’ll bear it all We’ll bear it all upon our shoulders
So they told me that death was death Doesn’t matter of the things you’ve done Just as long as you repent with your dying breath And so you pray for sin In the hopes that you are given Everything you lust after
So I’d rather take the loneliness If your heaven really does exist Well I find that the abyss is more than wanting of me “It’s not my fault” That’s what you’ll say as you Place all your blame onto them