so strange I remember you in protest of a prayer
and falling back from seas we fear to sail
I swear I saw the shooter, gold deep and double dare
postmortem warnings seem inclined to fail
feigning an apology
those words they never left your lips
those 5 years in Bermuda slide by like the lights of passing ships
so strange that I remember you
knee deep in Nietzsche’s lies
my throat was an open grave I drank your stained glass eyes
and they taste like dead cathedrals
that are crumbling beneath a weight ten thousand jaded tourists
who’ve traded in their hearts and hands for
disposable cameras, set to document decay
set to capture just enough of life to catalogue the things we throw away
breathing the fumes of our machines
we’ve lost our way
breathing through television dreams
if we could only see us now
if we could only see us now
the words of the dead ring in our ears
but its only a lie
the voice in your head brings you to tears
but you don’t know why
the words of the dead in our ears
but its only a lie
the voice in your head brings you tears
but its only a lie
yes its only a lie
isn’t it?
