so what can i do
can i search for ancient meaning
denouncing phantoms in my bed
misquoting coleridge in my head
repeat the catchphrase i am leaving

take the 12 to uptown station
punch my leg and close my eyes
force thoughtless grapes to tear and swell
pronounce my life a living hell
repeat the catchphrase i am bleeding
and justice to the empty jar
the weeping bard
the tarot card
and the incontinence
exaltation of the open sore
the wanting more
the missing door
and my torn inheritance
i could be starving

so what can i say
can i grant an endless whining
proposing echoes from my couch
you swear youve got me figured
and leave the room complex defying

take the pistol from the mattress
put 15 holes into the wall
each one remembers me a dancer
im not the one with fucking answers
some things cant be helped at all
and silence for the empty skull
the silent pull
the blood and wool and tombstones and collision
and pious i am leaving full
of catholic cull
the charging bull protects my recognition
im so scared of dying

and now i will sink cold air
the lake and the road
the candle and dice spinning hand
the infant i sold
and now i will sink cold air
descension corrode
the life of a fist making man
the evil i hold
and now i will sink cold air
the cane and the crutch
the power of drought proof plans
the fortunate touch
and now i will sink cold air
i dont mean to cry
i know that you needed my help
im too scared to try
and now i will sink cold air
(i was born in the cradle of empty rooms)
i crave something new
(i still cradle the hope ill be living with)
in garbage collecting my lives
(in the next 15 years tell me you'll be the same)
what am i to you
and now i will sink cold air
(i was born in the cradle of hopeless fights)
prepare for the fight
(i still fight for the power to be living at night)
my knuckles collapse when i hold
(and i crush with my hand every hope that i made)
my skin towards the light
and now i will sink cold air
the circle is small
i cant do this all by myself
i cant do this at all