no cat, no cradle, no light at the end of the tunnel,
a cosmic joke with no punchline, but still i find time to smile.
stars make a living, cold calling lovers¦
no solus in a false apparition, false idol of myself¦
i'm scared too
shades of grey, tethered
waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds
this body is my tomb
waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds
i am glistening gold
waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds
no longer do i wish for a grin to
cross my face and throat
this is where we let go
this is for
those who feel love
those who feel hate
all that will flourish
all that decays
find art in the collapse
the avalanche of farewells
goodbye! goodbye!
goodbye! goodbye!
goodbye! goodbye!
farewell!