A silver net of happiness, as the tears you cried, they start to go.
And you start to feel the life, the flesh, it pulls apart your head, your soul. it's crooked.
Now you're pinned down to the end, it's the end of all your hope.
You've waited for so very long, so just shut your eyes and wait to feel.
And it's all too much, because it's never enough.
Outside, where the sky it closes in, this sense of wealth is all just lies and sin.
You walk away and try to forget this, you think how special it is to be just dead.
And it's all too much, because it's never enough.
Now it's all your fault, as you slip away.