Running through the desert
On an empty road
I have nowhere to hide and grow
What if heaven is not in the sky?
Is there enough time before I die?

I ended up at a static room
Abjection makes me exhume
I stuck memories into jars
And set them on a lesser shelf inside my heart
My arms fragilize as I
Contain the sum of ache

It's always night when I close my eyes
Like a shadow in the dark covering my body
It cools me down as a peaceful disgrace
While I hear whispers revolving around me

My pictures on the wall are fading away
Deep thoughts lead me to mistakes
Obliviated by my defenses
Red wine stains my collection of classics
I blacked out in the backseat
As if death was kissing my wrists
Kissing my wrists

I ended up at a static room
Abjection makes me exhume
I stuck memories into jars
And set them on a lesser shelf inside my heart
As if death was kissing my wrists
Kissing my wrists
Kissing my wrists
Kissing my wrists