Silence is welcome in this dreary swell of life, life
Ribcage horrors and blood-borne strife
Safety is a dream I had
Kindness is a knife
Waking with hollowed heart
This isn't home to me
Sleeping with eyes open
This isn't home to me
Dreaming of somewhere far
This isn't home to me
This shadow is haunting all my days
An apparition watching me always
And through the doors that once protected us
It comes and goes
It comes and goes
A voice in the dark speaks louder than words that the dead cannot sing where they sleep
"Come back to me now, bring nothing at all
For the dead cannot sing where they sleep"
The chemicals that spark in my heart will fade
For the dead cannot sing where they sleep
"Come back to me now, bring nothing at all
For the dead cannot sing where they sleep"1