Until this carcass reaches heartless, telling me the bleeding’s done/After birth, there’s just afterbirth/And after that’s the aftermath and consequences/‘Cause after life there’s nothing that’s after death/And after death there’s no afterlife/And you’ll agree that eulogies and afterwords/Are…words, after birth from aftershocks/And afternoons of afterthoughts/So after you, I’ll follow you to Acheron/
And after all, while you can’t just save yourself/From this place in Hell I’ll say farewell until the sun decays/With eyes open hoping nowhere nosy poachers dug our graves/The silence is talking, walk-in, we’ve all been in coffins/Hostage to cautious responses, solemn and lost in the nonsense/Often I follow my conscience, bottle and swallow my problems/Wallow in hollow with processes, toxic hostile menages/It’s just another itchy finger that I know expects to pull it/And I’m in the line of fire every time you’re sweating bullets/Because…(these nights) it’s getting harder now to go to (sleep tight)/When everything is haunting me…Until I take my heart and squeeze it ’til the bleeding stops/(Speak to God), but I’d rather go and (reach the stars)/
So I could pluck one out the sky to navigate inside this shallow grave/If I can’t find my way back home/Know that I’m safe in these catacombs/I stand alone in the window with the casket closed/And latch to hold the stack of bones/
Yeah this ship is on the path I roam, but that’s just home/
my go-to song.