The Room Where She Died

I stand, lost in shadows of

Years of lament etched into four walls

Like a whisper, a feverish dream

Where only echoes respond

I keep asking how long

This caravan follows a hearse

Leaving the room, the room where she died (leaving the room where she died)

Dying begins at birth

To suffer is the way of our kind

Let lies sit like baskets of

Flowers in bloom, colors bright and false

She will dance on Hyperion's field

Where I'm still wondering why, she hit her head on the sky?

This caravan follows a hearse

Leaving the room, the room where she died (leaving the room where she died)

Dying begins at birth

To suffer is the way of our kind

To be alive is only to acknowledge time as it is

Do you remember the feeling of being alive with lightning in your mind?

Sinners and saints join the broken and brave in this memory plane

We're all the same

Cold are your nights, hours will pass as you strangle time

(Do you remember the feeling of being alive with lightning in your mind?)

(Sinners and saints join the broken and brave in this memory plane)

Dead are your eyes, nevertheless all the corpses still waltz by your side

(We're all the same)

Pain walks on broken feet

A broken heart keeps the beat

Still she hums softly

Looking through cloudy windowpanes, ooh

Without moving forever and a day

Then the light comes to greet her face, ooh

And brush the dust from her broken brain

Eyes say what the voice cannot

Is this where it ends?

Here, our paths must part

Just a helpless spectator, am I

And I keep questioning "God" to drown out the ferryman's calls

Only heard is here and now

So she runs everyday, her contagious self

But to hide on stage

Attempting to portray what's left