Absent hunger, absent dreaming, absent love
Absent laughter, absent terror, deaf and dumb

In the morning I'll be sick, I don't have a choice
Will myself to rise again at the sound of your voice

They say you might go a lifetime without knowing the
Demon feeding on a child's claustrophobia

Bury me, my dear
In the way you say my name
Bury me, my dear
In the way you say my name