The silence of gods have released you, You're no longer able to fall. The dreams and wishes I once had, Drip down the stained kitchen wall If I lied in the end would you hear me? Would you scrape my heart off from your shoe? If we stopped they'd never believe us, That nothing around you was true. So I spear my own heart just to fathom If the words you uttered were found, In the depths of your own gaping eyesore, To this darkest hole in the ground. And each day we go through the motions, In step with these monsters and ghosts, We cling to imaginary heroes, Only to lose what matters the most.