A noise quieter than a dying breath
Mirrors on the blank side of the paper
A need to control this suicide
Something I'll never quite understand
What would heal these holes
Marks left by the feeding needle
Tonight the bullets turn into keys
This was the day of losing control
A sea of silence is where I go
Stuck somewhere between a blink and a tear
What would heal these holes
Marks left by the feeding needle
Tonight the bullets turn into keys
Maybe it was just a ghost of a voice
Maybe nothing of the like
Maybe it was just a memory
I thought I saw creeping by
What would heal these holes
Marks left by the feeding needle
Tonight the bullets turn into keys
"Better to die, and sleep
The never waking sleep, than linger on,
And dare to live, when the soul's life is gone"
