the third way
classic crime, the
you think you know who you are
but everyone has a charge
now every act is a desperate move to try to
despite your narrative arc
now all the actors throw sparks
complete your chores while the house is burning down
and you're afraid of the dark
you're not saying goodbye
you got several seconds left before its time
you're still saying you're right
but right and wrong are not options
resurrection happens when you die
it's written into the stars
each time fidelity starves
no healer ever could help a wounded life
without first sharing his scars
you think you've suffered your part
the dreams and visions all point to healing
but interpretations an art
only death can bring you life
only death can bring you life
only death can bring us life