I might have died months ago
she kept me around for a time, she thought I was a thrill
but I dont understand your last question
Use my mind with fun
break my heart and run
the house I'm in is your burning grave
fear is a friend on the walls... all matters fall...
in the mirror I find her burning slave
I slept in agony, I woke in doubt
my ambitions slid through the echo of my last friends voice
live my days beside a pale face lie
the dreampt alone, for you I am without
outside it is cold and numbing... I call your house but I guess your still running