Heart is a locked coffin, caged in broken ribs,
A shattered soul glints silver, eyes all glass and
Faded like the stars' scrap metal.
A sky drowning in diamonds, pretty things that we
Haven't watered down; we dance among the
Headstones, killing time.
The clock's face is scarred, it's hands are cold and shaking,
Cruel addictions, ever lasting fantasies in the
Dark; pounding hearts, mechanical mentalities,
But we're just killing time, it's blood it in our hands,
Runs through our twisted fingers.
Killing time, let's take its drugs and needles, time will be
The death of me.