Alone again, nothing reaches the heart
distant images of life, tares itself apart
They say you must bled for your art
I’m so lost, don’t even know where to start?
Is this art?
Is this art?

I’m too drunk to think
how much further can I sink?
It this air I’m breathing?
Is this real or am I dreaming?
What is it that I am hearing?
From within this deranged voice is screaming
is this pain
I am feeling?
Is this love
that I'm killing?

I don’t care if you love me
I don’t care if you miss me
I don’t care if you need me
I don’t care what you saw in me
I do not care for this depravity
I can feel something begging me
I can feel something dying to release me
and it feels like insanity
and it feels like the only mercy
and it feels like it is all
that is left of me

the universe carves out a hole
this empty void
where life once were:
the last breath of the dying star…
the last breath of the dying star…
the last breath of the dying star…
the void needs to be filled…
that’s where we are…
that is all we are…
a voice reaches us from afar
a truth that will scar
all that we are...