Everything is tragic and when it's not, just give it time
We can always live in denial, until tomorrow or some time next week
I think I know the crushing sound of defeat
I set fire to my own house
Watched from the roof as the flames grew
I just wanted to be something
Now the neighborhood won't forget me, burdened with my ghost
My love, I watch your slender body sleep in the hours no soul should creep
Hold me under water or lead me to the slaughter, either way we're fighting for every breath
Dreaming of a debt free death before the banks can take all our dignity
Before there is no longer any rest in peace