There's a tether in the backroom
something that makes us blind
a strap across the back can kill
silently with time

Closing bluntly objects
always staring into space
a name that haunts because their gone
this name without a face

Thrown over with my rocket ship
'cause I'm flying out of here
bleeding from abrasions
left by my jagged tears

attempting with mild sanity
to run away from life
all I have left of me
is this callous called a knife

being alone is a sudden death
loneliness chooses to go
leaves me with this emptiness
a feeling I can't show

and for a fleeting moment I saw your hand
as it reached out for mine
my ground let go and gave me away
to this fucked up pantomime.