This one last call
Call to you
Guess I'll see you someday
One more Time
Can you speak my name without a gasp
Can you pierce through all the chains connecting us
Through shining light
Plays a song on separation
You can't see
You must have eyeballs of plastic
Through New York I pass your hometown
And I see your grave
But you're not burried
You're right there
Lying
Dead
Fearful
Lonely
Pale
And its raining down down on you
And you sent me old letters that you forgot to mail
It never made me
And I read every word you wrote
And there's no comprehension
In what I am here for
But if I was to care for one more day
I wouldn't know how to act
Because
It would be fake
Before you knock me down
And shrug me off your shoulders
I am leaving you here to watch you bleed
And If I was to care for one more day
I wouldn't know how to act
because it would be fake
You just can't see it
You must have plastic eyeballs
To hide you from your fait