The Departure - Bike for Three!

Without everything else, heavily and only-less

Late at night in a city known for loneliness

The words written are up for interpretation

The ring on your finger cut off your circulation

Working your patience, also nobody else’s

So bloody, mark and trust your dark impulses

See your own breath, freezing cold and feelingless

Why ask questions when the words are just meaningless?

The picture of emptiness, the high wall it’s mounted on

The disappearance of the one person you counted on

Nothing to look forward to, a painful past to sever

Call off the search for something that lasts forever

Close your eyes tight, break the bottle lightly

Fall to the floor and bleed, God almighty

Process of elimination, part of the pain

The start of its reign, it’s hard to explain

Playing dead, cry your eyes out, faint instead

Under attack, black walls, paint them red

Kiss the ghost, listen close, hear the curse

Reveal the worry, feel the fury, fear the worst

Home remedies, witchcraft and wizardry

This space for rent, torment and misery

Intelligent hands wait for the day to arrive

The need to feel pain as a way to survive

Exorcising demons and other things we try to do

Cut yourself open to show me what’s inside of you

Scars all over your body, fast and clever

Finally, something that will last forever

Playing dead, cry your eyes out, faint instead

Under attack, black walls, paint them red

Kiss the ghost, listen close, hear the curse

Reveal the worry, feel the fury, fear the worst

Dead, cry your eyes out, faint instead

Under attack, black walls, paint them red

Kiss the ghost, listen close, hear the curse

Reveal the worry, feel the fury, fear the worst

Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass

Lets all the air out, releases the gas

Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass

Lets all the air out, releases the gas

Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass

Lets all the air out, releases the gas

Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass

Lets all the air out, releases the gas

Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass

Lets all the air out, releases the gas

Dark lives, sharp knives, pieces of glass

Lets all the air out, releases the gas