a portrait for the deceased

piano wire strangling our necks

we are both silenced

and we're sure this does not add up

still we try and place our bets

we're sure this does not add up

still we're dying

to make that call

our people versus yours

never did make sense

your people versus mine

light me up it's all too much for me

never did make sense

come dance with me

we'll go out the sea

the sky was blood read

images of people dead

stained with the shadows

of our past victims

we're out at sea

then come and drown with me

we'll float away

drift away

our corpses lifeless

then somehow tell me we made sense