You are faceless and you are tasteless
You are shapeless and you are gone
I fear your presence and your absence
I know your essence and you are wrong
No longer laughing
I am collapsing
The vista is expanding
And I am not alive
I see your features written in the sand
And I see the tide advancing, swallowing the land
I see the truth now, plain and clear:
Daylight cannot save me from here
No longer laughing
I am collapsing
The vista is expanding
And I am not alive
A clavicle, devoured
These dog days, truly soured
Two hundred thousand hours
And I am not alive
I am not alive
My palms bubble your flesh;
Searing to the bone
Disjoining all the rest
I trace a schism in my chest
No longer laughing
I am collapsing
The vista is expanding
And I am not alive
A clavicle, devoured
These dog days, truly soured
Two hundred thousand hours
And I am not alive
I am not alive