Lament - Late Night Alumni

Your mind lingers on,

though your heart and soul are gone

You can’t call it alive

All the times that we’ve died

The bumps on your skin is my darkness rushing in

I’d whisper «amen» just to feel alive again

I believed that we’d never die

That we could hide in the blink of the eye

But then my world, it would end one night

Couldn’t have saved me if you’d tried

I’m a dim, black wraith,

I dig my own grave

It’s a hunger, a need, a necessity, a greed

I can never be appeased, it’s a sad, incessant tease

I’d whisper «amen» just to feel alive again

All I have, all that’s left that’s mine,

is a faint, vague residue of life

The dark, it shines as it travels up my spine

like a harbinger of night

Oh how I’d love to be alive

How I’d love to be alive