The skin that once was coveted hangs from four untouched limbs,
the voice that warbled cheerily
no longer sings those hymns,
the voice that warbled cheerily
no longer sings those hymns,
the breaths that drew in heavy
have not their lines of white,
the eyes that closed so sweetly
bleed and yellow through the night
have not their lines of white,
the eyes that closed so sweetly
bleed and yellow through the night
the heart that cherished magic
seems to shrink beneath the bone,
the soul that once reached out to you
is dying here alone
seems to shrink beneath the bone,
the soul that once reached out to you
is dying here alone