NEGATIVE SPACE

[Verse 1] The camera lens is a hollow eye Watching a world that passes by I’m the one who holds the light Staying steady, out of sight Flip the pages, see the smiles Stretching out for miles and miles But look closer at the empty chair At the heavy space where I’m never there. [Pre-Chorus] It’s a quiet art, this vanishing act A hollow soul, a ghost in fact I’m a footnote in the family tree A silhouette of who I used to be. [Chorus] Because it’s hard to be already dead With a graveyard living inside my head! I’m the blur in the corner, the shadow on the wall Waiting for the gravity to finally take it all! Capture the moment, keep it for yourself While I gather dust upon the shelf! It’s hard to breathe when the air is lead It’s so damn hard to be already dead. [Verse 2] The colors bleed but I’m just grey A rainy Sunday in the month of May They ask me why I don't join the frame But I can’t remember my own name Underneath the skin, the pulse is slow A flickering candle with nowhere to go I’m a memory that hasn't happened yet A permanent stain of deep regret. [Pre-Chorus] It’s a heavy weight, this lack of sound Being six feet under while above the ground I’m the white noise in the happy song The feeling of never belonging along. [Chorus] Because it’s hard to be already dead With a graveyard living inside my head! I’m the blur in the corner, the shadow on the wall Waiting for the gravity to finally take it all! Capture the moment, keep it for yourself While I gather dust upon the shelf! It’s hard to breathe when the air is lead It’s so damn hard to be already dead. [Bridge] (The music swells into a distorted, suffocating wall of sound) Develop the film, but the paper stays white! I’m a solar eclipse in the middle of light! NOT HERE! NOT NOW! I’M GONE! (Music drops to a single, pulsing bass note) I’m just the spirit that haunts the dawn. [Guitar Solo] (Slow, weeping notes that bend and slide into dissonance) [Final Chorus] Yeah, it’s hard to be already dead With these iron wires inside my head! I’m the missing piece, the vacant stare The terrifying truth that I’m never there! Frame the nothing, hang it on the wall Watch the darkness start to crawl! It’s hard to breathe when the air is lead God, it’s hard to be already dead. [Outro] (A faint, mechanical clicking sound, like an old slide projector) Click. Another one without me. Click. A ghost in the machinery. Click. (Silence)