Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
This halfway house is home to a madman,
His ghosts, his perfect song.
This year has been,
bruised and broken in so many ways that days,
have long since been abolished.
But If all of this could bring my love back to me
I’d do away with the drugs and the drink
and the body count could cease.
I’ve sensed her here,
I know that we’re destined to stay seperated.
and this is all my fault.
For what it’s worth it’s worsening,
and my song demands an ending
closure,
Karma can’t control the beast I’ve born to swallow us whole.
And yes, my heart may beat again,
but we all need medicine.
So forgive me, love, I’m choosing
a fitting end to the abusing.
Last night, I leapt through the ceiling.
There was just something appealing about leaving my
body behind,
and coming through as you
circled overhead.
I said all the things that had been missing,
from the funeral that I had been forbidden,
from taking any part in.
You forgave me for everything,
while the victims of the song,
sounded their applause.
The doctor has to go
The doctor has to go
The doctor has to go
The doctor has to go
It was the last thing that you said,
as I found my body back in bed,
but then, i guess it’s always been his job to fix this.
For what it’s worth it’s worsening,
and my song demands an ending
closure,
Karma can’t control the beast I’ve born to swallow us whole.
And yes, my heart may beat again,
but we all need medicine.
So forgive me, love, I’m choosing
a fitting end to the abusing. (x2)
