Dying alone would be a privilege if all my friends were like you nDying would be a privilegenRusted rail spikes and shards of glass give me rest; poison the earth in anticipationnnSo tear the pieces from the bone like you’ve torn us apart nWe’ve built bridges just for burningnSo light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demisenWe’ve built bridges just for burningnnLight the fires in my eyes watch my own demise; so I can rip my eyes from their sockets, so I can rip my eyes, so I can rip my eyes so no flowers will grownnSo tear the pieces from the bone like you’ve torn us apartnWe’ve built bridges just for burningnSo light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demisenWe’ve built bridges just for burningnnAnd so you carve your, your name into my, into my heart with rusted rail spikesnSo light the fires in my eyes so I can let them watch my own demisenSo I can leave this all behind and be left with my solitude intact nnSo tear the pieces from the bone like you’ve torn us apartnWe’ve built bridges just for burningnSo light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demisenWe’ve built bridges just for burning