I have nothing left to feel.
I have nothing left to say
I'll just let this slip away.

I feel these engines power down.
I feel this heart begin to bleed
as I turn this burning page.


Please forgive me if I bleed.
Please forgive me if I breathe.


I have words I need to say.
Oh so very much to say.

And whose life do I lead?
And whose blood do I bleed?
Whose air do I breathe?

With whose skin now do I feel?

I'm supposed to walk away from here.

I'm supposed to walk away from here.

And whose life do I lead?

Whose air do I now breathe?
Whose blood do I bleed?
I'm convinced there's nothing more.


The day you died I lost my way.
The day you died I lost my mind.


What am I supposed to do?
Is there something more?





The engines power down.
Like a soldier to his end I go.
Because I'm convinced

that there is nothing more.
and whose air do I breathe?
and whose life do I lead


With whose skin and whose blood do I feel?


Have I done something wrong?
What happens now?


Please forgive my need to breathe
Forgive my need to bleed right now.
But I've so much to say

and it wouldn't matter anyway.
You're not here to hear these words that I must say
and I'm convinced inside

that there is nothing more.

Whose life do I lead?

Whose air do I breathe.
With whose skin now do I feel?
Whose blood do I now bleed?


I have nothing left to say.
I have nothing left to feel.

Am I supposed to let this go now,
let darkness come and take you away?