Obituary

Voluntary, solitary
Empty is the skin you're wearing
Smile just to move them along
Finding solace in the sickness
Baby, sadness is a mistress
She knows just how to get you off

If it hurts like hell
At least you'll know it really happened
Now you've got another story to tell
Innocent little angel
Chased your shadow into traffic
Just to blame your death on somebody else

Well, I'm not waiting
For some Holy Ghost to send me a sign
I'm fine half alive
It's all so draining
Torch the garden just to see in the night
That's life, half alive

("I had these obsessive desires and thoughts
I wanted to control them, to possess them permanently"
"And that's why you killed them?"
"Right, right, not because I was angry with them
Not because I hated them
But because I wanted to keep them with me")

Voluntary, solitary
Name in the obituary
Always feels like you someone you know
Finding solace in the sickness
Never love it, never miss it
Never hold it, then you can't let it go

Well, I'm not waiting
For some Holy Ghost to send me a sign
I'm fine half alive
It's all so draining
Torch the garden just to see in the night
That's life, half alive

Well, I'm not waiting
For some Holy Ghost to send me a sign
I'm fine half alive
It's all so draining
Torch the garden just to see in the night
That's life, half alive