My heart shattered into a hundred different pieces
Tattered strips lie trodden on the floor
The Jehovah’s don’t even come to the house calling
God knows I don’t live here anymore
Kinship defined by the length of knives they’re holding
Or the shape of the wounds in my side
In this microcosm all I feel day by day is colder
The chill of a monster who I can’t abide
My skin ripped apart by hungry mouths in anger
What’s left of me dripping from out their jaw
Maybe there’s a universe out there past the rainbow
Where there’s something beautiful I’m living for
This house once full of noise stands grim and haunted
A monument of my failure to which I’m tied
My song which comes from the vocal chords of angels
From between my cold dead fingers pried
