Last words

Too cold (Too cold)
Like the silent stir-echo

Voices in my mind...

Too late (Too late)
To see you down

Second chance
All but gone

Choices lost with time...

And here - (like a whisper)

And here - (like a touch)

And Here - CAN YOU FEEL IT?

LIKE IT'S BEEN SCREAMING YOUR NAME?!

Too late to say
Goodbye
Too hard to listen
Why
Too late (TO SCREAM)

I'M CALLING YOUR NAME!

- In a life less defined...

...And this is how I'd die...

Just give me one last whisper...

Just give me one more voice...

Just hear me one more time...

If I had the choice...

You can scream
You can beg
You can fall -
LIKE WE'VE BEEN FALL-ING ON!

And to a God -
So this is life less defined...

And this is -

HOW I'D DIE!

You would call me
You would save me
You would hold me
You would hear me out!

And with a smile
I'd fade - in time!

To a life less defined!

SO SCREAM!

SO SCREAM!

TO this life MUCH LESS DEFINED!

To the place we choose to die!

LIVING MUCH LESS DEFINED!

 

...But the choice
But the silent scream

But the voice
Of the demons that we'd bleed...

If we could choose

Then our -
Then our -
THEN OUR DEATHS WOULD BE OUR LIVES!

SILENT STIR-ECHO OF LIES!

...And this is...

The last thing -

You'll hear

Me

Say.

 

Live a little less defined.