Composing Lyrics

Composing lyrics

It's all about the song in my head

The one where the audience is all
dead



These days they're allowing

Visitation to aid in my
rehabilitation

To make these days mean so much more to me

I beg
friends and family for forgiveness

And now for the first time together
we’ll witness

Together we’ll live this song I’ve been living
incessantly

So come sing with me

Through these poison pills and
chemicals

I know that you'll be something beautiful

And brilliant,
release will be instant

I'm sorry its the only way



It's all
about the song in my head

The one where the audience is all dead



So come over to my house

Catch up over dinner

We're having
strychnine and sirloin

Port wine and paint thinner

You'll convulse
through the chorus

It's the song of the sinner

As I slowly clear
the table

I know that this wont be the last time

It won't be the
last time

We wrote this song

And the world will sing it

To me
it's everything, to me it's everything, to me it's

On every corpse I see,
her face, my love, my heart

I hear her laughter and she’s still alive

It's like she’s still alive

It's in her body I’m holding

As we
make love

My heart breaks everytime I dismember the flesh

Hide the
evidence and start again because



It's all about the song in my
head

The one where the audience is all dead 

(with your last breath
- only through death, our voices will join together)