My Arms, Your Hearse.
Hidden death in subtly rhymed verse...
The source of my depression...
And the drive of my curse.
A soulmate long finished in the eyes of my first...
My eyes blind with tears...
And it could always be worse.
I take all the blame, and drown in pain dispersed...
Where bleak rivers run dry...
And I ache with love's thirst.
I'm rising with the tides that fall in reverse...
But it was always the standstill...
In my arms of your hearse.
The source of my depression...
And the drive of my curse.
A soulmate long finished in the eyes of my first...
My eyes blind with tears...
And it could always be worse.
I take all the blame, and drown in pain dispersed...
Where bleak rivers run dry...
And I ache with love's thirst.
I'm rising with the tides that fall in reverse...
But it was always the standstill...
In my arms of your hearse.