There is a ghost waiting for me in my room.
He's always calm, says there's space...

The laughter of the lost...
the saddest sound...

Break down,
Break down...

She wanders, broken.
Screams of the lost and the smashing of glass...

White wings infold black,
and something fills my throat...

I sway
than fall to the ground...

My hair frizzes
about my face...

There's an overpowering silence
In your eyes...

I hear your voice
and I reach...

Your eyes
so empty...

As my blood
drips upon the floor...