(And The Chorus Sang) A Dead Refrain

Skyscrapers are crumbling, mountains move in my path
The streets lights are twisting, pulling me to the earth
My veins are anchored in this city
I am defeated by this lack of conviction

I am crushed by eight hundred miles, eyes widened in self-loathing
When the fucking dirt proves stronger
Than the most pure emotion that I've ever fucking had

So what is left in life but my destruction?
Why do my lungs still gasp, when I no longer breathe for you?
Where is the truth in my existence
When I have been cut off from your tender fingertips

All that I've known falls down around me
Every twisting tree and dead end street reminding me of you
Taking me back a year

My life crawls on without you, amongst the endless snowing sheets
Disheartening moments of salvation come to me only when I am asleep
I no longer stomach the denial, hiding the weakness of my being
The day-to-day has been a slow blur since you left
Only (your) forgiveness sets me free
Free

The bridges collapsing, hillsides are growing fast
The pavement is shifting, quicksand controls my will
I question life and its true meaning
I am defeated by this feebleness of will

Frenzied thoughts arrest my mind
As I descend towards my imminent destruction
The only thing I can rely on, when I lie even to myself

Skyscrapers are crumbling, mountains are closing in my path
The streetlights are twisting, pulling me to the earth
My veins are anchored in this city

I am defeated by this lack of conviction
Am I already dead? I proceed hollow, unloved
I am our burnt out memory, self-mutilation is my mainstay

Tear me away from the pictures of your face
Pry my eyes from your written word
Tear me away from the bondage of regret
Convince me that I am alive

This is the end, the end of everything
All I held dear has slipped from my grasp
This is the end, the end of everything
All whom I've loved are fucking memories
This is the end, the end of everything
As I am ripe for this demise
This is the end, this is the end of everything
I kneel, godless and beaten
I long for moments when my eyes aren't blinded by emptiness