We went down to Houston Christmas Eve
And you looked through me
You pulled out my insides with your teeth
And found receipts
Looking for something
Sounds like all the rest I knew who came and left with nothing
She likes my conscience
Silent like the grave, well ain’t that something?
I drove to Chicago in my sleep
In a dream
I told all my friends that we’d still speak
But it’s been fifteen weeks
And now they’re through with me
In the land where the gods are dead
I can still hear their stations
As the radio towers bend
To their voices replaying
And they speak through the static now
Just like ghosts in their cages
While the children still lie awake
And the faithless are praying
And they speak softly, as they are fading
We are all ageless, we are all human
But in the twilight, as sun is wasting
I lose my words and I lose my patience
I lose my thoughts and I lose my feelings
Did you give up yet? Do you feel nothing?
Where is the daylight? Where is the darkness?
Where are my friends now? Where is the silence?
Is this the last dance? Is this the real thing?
Is this a new hell? Are you my bad dream?
Here comes the last dance, here comes the real thing
Here comes a new hell, you are my bad dream