I’m a million miles away, breathing in I start to say,
Welcome, welcome, welcome to your grave.
Of course the end is bound to start,
The splintering of dried up hearts,
Curling up and smoking from the start.
I’ve flown a million miles today,
I’ve come home, I’m here to stay,
Sweeping, slipping, softly, here I lay.
Nothings pumping through my veins,
Be still my catalyst of pain,
Burning beauties sweetly fill my brain.