No, I'll lay half empty

half finished, half written, until my end

I'll leave the lights on just in case you want to be found again

To the dead, I wrote you countless letters

dear only some I sent

How easy it was for silence to say

some of the loudest of things

To speak so effortlessly the words and syllables

that can crush in an instant

To our end, to the dear departed

Are you my last chance or the first chapter

in the greatest fable ever told

For the rope is getting shorter and these days

they are getting longer with every ghosts I find

They leave no heart unbroken, my great devestator

To our end, to the dear departed

Are you my last chance or the first chapter

in the greatest fable ever told

I'll leave the lights on just in case you want to be found again

My great devestator