Die

Drip, drip — the rain falls quietly tonight, all around, a silence deep as if the world had died. Strangely calm, I feel just fine, I’m dying too, maybe rain will bring back nightmares old and true. [Chorus] Drip, drip — like salt it hits my soul, as if I screamed “die!” in a film that shows pure woe. Drip, drip, drip, drip — all is washed away, even you are gone — this is not your place. Flashes, years, and rainy sorrow fade, the world turns all to dust, and me — it makes a thing, decayed. [Chorus] Drip, drip — like salt it hits my soul, as if I screamed “die!” in a film that plays pure woe. Though it won’t change much — for this film is me, you were never truly here — not your world, not your scene.