Maybe I'm the next casualty or tragic
accidental passing after hatchets fall
Since I sat silently, the world said goodbye to me
The passage is twice the price of passions involved
It's all revolved around this existent vault

This physical inebriation is a ghost
I've known for longer than myself
If someone else could lend some
help I'd send them all my love
But they won't come and I don't know
if I can save myself or anyone
The face of loss is all that I could draw without a flaw
Having everything descending right before
me is assuring me that I was far from wrong
I call commending reveries for all the
apparitions that the phantom spawned
Though mountains tall, I am a fault