Don't deny your part in setting the tone for our end You were always a sore that I could not amend Nothing I said or did could ever have stopped this Chokehold that you embrace and with it - your decay
And now we're finally out of bounds You've served your last drink spiked with perfume This rendevouz was fake from the get-go From the moment you ceased to try, this ceased to be
This ceased to be You ceased to me But even now I don't feel free This ceased to stay You've fade to gray You have embraced your decay Your decay
And I hope this turns out well For all near you I hope you find the one to solidate you I hope your brother grows up unharmed I hope your mother finds happiness I hope it turns out well But I know it won't.
And all that's left to say are the meaningless goodbyes That none of us demand or even comprehend So spare me your efforts, spare me your time Because it means so much more to me than you In the best of worlds, anxiety would cease In the best of worlds your god would sleep In the best of worlds, this would concede itself But I know it won't.