The plaster cracks are bleeding light A halo for the coming night Another line upon the glass To kill the ghost of what I was This city's chrome, a cold disguise Reflects the hollow in my eyes The promise of a better lie A powdered god that lets me die. The mirror's wrong, the face is thin A stranger's grin beneath the skin The world recedes, a muffled sound On this cold bathroom ground. A coma white, a chemical grace A needle's kiss withΒ serpent's grace It screams in the vein, a thunderous tide To quiet theΒ ghost that screams inside A beautiful death, a symphony's start That murders the brain and numbs the heart. The spoon holds hell, a silvered lake A trembling hand, a last mistake The tourniquet, a lover's vow To bring the oblivion here and now The pulse it finds, a begging thread Pushes the bliss into my head A rushing god, a final flight Into the coma, endless white A king of ash, a crown of rust Returning to primordial dust A marionette with severed threads A perfect silence in my head A coma white, a chemical grace A needle's kiss withΒ serpent's grace It screams in the vein, a thunderous tide To quiet theΒ ghost that screams inside A beautiful death, a symphony's start That murders the brain and numbs the heart ...white... ...static... in my... head... Coma... white... I see... a thing... on the floor... Cracked... porcelain... and... so... small... Is that... me?... or... just the doll?...
