"Collector"
The boulevard don't look so bad from here
The moon is high and bright, catching shadows to the fear
Of another way
Of another way
So come all you collectors,
What you think you come here for?
Not me, my breath, the life I live,
You're looking at the door
Take one more step,
And take your last breath
Still I know that yesterday,
Tomorrow always comes,
The sun to rise, my eyes to blind
From the flood
Of another way
Of another way
But I've been gone enough, for long enough
To know just where I stand
So, I cut the loss of what I fear,
Let them at me if I dare
Take one more step
Take one last breath
I just want to be quiet now,
I just want to be quiet now,
I just want to be quiet now,
I just want to be quiet now