This house, my home, so fucking quiet

Death manifesting my thoughts

The breeze pushes on, moments lost

I stare at the glass, I see myself and see no other

These walls, Their memories

Those holes, Forget those holes

But this god shaped hole, found buried like the dark sigil within me

A broken mirror, distorted basket case

Our shielded skin is a thing of the past

A broken mirror, distorted basket case

Picture hooks where our photographs hung

Hook my soul from within I am the decayed son

To bare witness to this, a life succumb to this

Top to bottom, cardboard boxes

Webs on the letterbox

The only thing stopping my dangling feet is having "Take me away" by plot on repeat

I know i'm not the only one who's lost someone they love

If i can learn from this, then i will teach you this

Take all the time to reminisce

Grab someone you love, tell them that you love them and make sure that you mean it

'cause you never know if that's gonna be the last time you'll ever see them again

I did that, i never got to fucking say goodbye

We are the dead generation

We're barely breathing and heavily grieving

You can count on us if you feel like you're lost

You haven't heard the last of us