Duet From the Dead

There’s a tear in the fabric
There’s a knife on the floor
Persistant beats the heart that stained
The dress inside the closet
Where her body lay cold
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason
For the seasons adore
Of dreamers of the past crimes
And of lovers have no lifelines
They resolve; they restore
If you knew the words
She had such fascinations
With becoming a whore
So charming when you choke on your pride
It’s so ugly it’s not fair
In the middle of your throat described
As the words wouldn’t dare
This feeling of being alive
Reminds me of gasping for air
And stomaching living for her
Is a feeling that I couldn’t bear
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason
For the seasons adore
Of dreamers of the past crimes
And of lovers have no lifelines
They resolve; they restore
'Cause you showed the world my infatuation
Now I’ll show them you
This feeling of being alive
Reminds me of gasping for air
And stomaching living for her
Is a feeling that I couldn’t bear
It’s been a long time since these hands have grabbed your skin
And I’ve been dying for a way to get back here
It’s been a long time coming
For both of us have sinned
And I’ve been drinking with the ghost of your old friend
Stain the floor where she was strained
The vows that they exchanged
As blood soaked hands exchanged
Refrain from lines and songs we sing
As ugly rhythems hang
Her mouth that screamed my name