Dying alone would be a privilege
if all my friends were like you.
Dying would be a privilege.

Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass give me rest;
poison the earth in anticipation.
So tear the pieces from the bone like you've torn us apart.

We've built bridges just for burning.
So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise.
We've built bridges just for burning.

Light the fires in my eyes watch my own demise;
so I can rip my eyes from their sockets, so I can rip my eyes,
so I can rip my eyes so no flowers will grow.

And so you carve your, your name into my,
into my heart with rusted rail spikes.
So light the fires in my eyes so I can let them watch my own demise.

So I can leave this all behind and be left with my solitude intact.