The Black Dahlıa Murder - (And The Chorus Sang) A Dead Refrain

Skyscrapers are crumbling, mountains move in my path,
The streets lights are twisting, pulling me to the earth.
My veins are anchored in this city,
I am defeated by this lack of conviction!

I am crushed by 800 miles, eyes widened in self loathing!
When the fucking dirt proves stronger, than the most pure emotion that I've ever fucking had!
So what is left in life - but my destruction?
Why do my lungs still gasp, when they no longer breathe for you?

Where is the truth in my existence
When I have been cut off from your tender fingertips,
All that I've known falls down around me,
Every twisting tree and dead end street reminding me of you!

***

Taking me back...
...a year...

***

My life slowly crawls on without you,
Amongst the endless snowing sheets...
Disheartening moments of salvation come to me
Only when I am asleep.

I no longer stomach the denial,
Hiding the weakness of my being,
The day to day has been a slow blur since you left,
Only your forgiveness sets me free...

Free!
***

The bridges collapsing, hillsides are growing fast,
The pavement is shifting, quicksand controls my will.
I question life and its true meaning,
I am defeated by this feebleness of will.

Frenzied thoughts arrest my mind
As I descend towards my eminent destruction,
The only thing I can rely on
When I lie even to myself...

Skyscrapers are crumbling, mountains are closing in my path,
The streets lights are twisting, pulling me to the earth.
My veins are anchored in this city,
I am defeated by this lack of conviction.

***

Am I already dead? I proceed hollow unloved.
I am our burnt out memory, self mutilation is my mainstay.

Tear me away from the pictures of your face,
Pry my eyes from your written word,
Tear me away from the bondage of regret,
Convince me that I am alive!

This is the end, the end of everything - all I held dear has slipped from my grasp,
This is the end, the end of everything - all whom I've loved are fucking memories,
This is the end, the end of everything - as I am ripe for this demise,
This is the end, this is the end of everything.

I kneel, godless and beaten.
I long for moments when my eyes aren't blinded by emptiness.