Post Mortem
I sit alone reviewing the pages of this post mortem A report I no longer need I dream of ways to get blood flowing through my veins combat this boredom I know you watch and hope I still bleed I'm not alone And I'm not scared And happy to report that no oneone cares What you say or think I did Your karma appears as the the color red I can't see clear shadows smoke wind and rain All I can do is watch the phantoms we become You'll never have the pleasure of knowing I promise There's more to me than meets the eye No reason to remember wash away with the rain In the back of my mind I'm still aware All I can do is watch the phantoms we become Oh oh I feel so free now but I wonder how Oh oh I let you watch me hunt me and take me down Oh oh I have no fragile heart of glass Oh oh You have a place only in the past I sit and marvel how I mastered autum But they called me out - a need for speed I dream of ways to get blood flowing through ...