In this two bedroom tomb I'm sitting all alone
with the television static and refrigerator drone.
I'm waiting for those blessed arms that seem to wrap around me
six or seven times praying for me to come home.
I could cut myself to pass the time.
Haven't felt anything in days.
A six year old girl dances on my ceiling.
She might as well be dancing on my grave.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
