There's a skeleton in the corner,
Of the man you used to be.
There are blood-streaks on the windows,
From outsiders much like me.
Your memories are tattered,
From the evil come to pass,
Your heart is lying shattered,
With the bones and broken glass.
There is a ruin all around us,
But this fate you still defy,
The souls that bleed yet still live on,
That a mercy death deny.
The demons round you screaming,
And their wrath has yet to pass,
And the angels cease their dreaming,
For the bones and broken glass.
And yet you still stand silently,
Down to heartache you've succumb,
Remembering the one you lost,
When the rest of you is numb.
The world to God is calling,
For his pity unsurpass,
But the world with you falling,
Into bones and broken glass.
