but i've seen our silhouette fade
we used to be sharp against the light
our history bleaching out during the day
and you need a path now clear for you
a single golden tear for you won't fall
as if that's all we have to leave
to bleed for the blank you want to fill
the haunt you want to kill won't die
hate so graceless and so cavalier
shifting shapes you're just an auctioneer