• The somber skies are moving,
    Up toward this aching sensation of,
    My fingertips and bleeding out,
    Of my sanity, complacency and hope,

    Don't pick up your rusty gun Dad,
    I swear he was just heading on home,
    Please don't cry, my sweet Mother,
    I will go back to school and fade away,

    Headphones in the corner drown,
    Out onto the lifeboat of a sea of sound,
    Sharks cannot swim if they are in,
    Gorging on my lies and bitter melodies,

    Touch the lamp and sigh once more,
    This mouse is running low on batteries now,
    Red light is shaking and dying again,
    And these weary eyes start to dim and slip,

    Zipper up and tucker down so you,
    May close your eyes for a little while tonight,
    Count to three and walk away from me,
    I'll bring you down to the level one hundred,

    I wish I could go back home today,
    But the stars are demanding my applause,
    These silences won't wither away now,
    And I am finally looking away from the mirror,

    Darkly, Darkly, I whisper alive for this,
    Sorry to leave you a carefully dead world,
    God, is your instrument here tonight,
    Where is my lavish predestination transport,

    Sorrow shapes my awkward days,
    And the mind's eye is growing more beloved,
    Long after I turn this final page again,
    I hurry back to start the whole beginning anew,