Last night I tried to wash the blood off my hands

The remnants of me, the unforgiving stain

Where did I die? This I don’t know

But upon my grave, a thorn bush grows..

My spirit drifts away from me, as my piercing screams in agony

I can’t escape my dreams of the past, “I love you”, these words were my last

You always show your ugly face, my spirit flows through your embrace.

Was it you that dug my grave? I slip and fall, you laugh and wave..

At one point I see a tear in your eye, so why do you sit and watch me die?

“I can’t breath”, I scream in a muffled cry

I struggle for air in this grave that I lye

My spirit is living, repeating these words

But yet I am dead, with the life of a bird

With a song so sweet, but a scream unheard

I laugh with them, and these plastic words

My soul is dead, my spirit alive

how can I go on without you by my side

Wash this blood off my hands, Let me breathe again

let these lies and plastic words, slowly descend

I know you dream, of our life in the past

If you bring me to life, we can be free at last