here we are
in candle light
fading light

almost dark
on shadow's edge
a razor's edge

flickering
growing weak
as we get weaker

smother me
and i'm not going to lie here


all we are
are ashes
of a generation

can you see
the ugly
scent of desperation



you and me

an' ennui
the perfect three
for us to leave

all undone
it comes undone
hard to see

in entropy
we atrophy
smoldering

and I'm not going to lie here

all we are

are ashes
all we are
is ash