(And The Chorus Sang) A Dead Refrain The Black Dahlia Murder

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