Let Go.

Don't let your wings burn up into the abyss
with deep colours washing over you.
Let go of all of your hurtful dreams
and nightmares that sooth you like a baby.

Horrible smells that radiate of a living body
and the clean, smooth skin of your corpse.
It's like we're all dead at a wedding
and we're all so alive at your fifty-fifth funeral.

But et go of me and let me fall into a hole.
At this lively funeral home.
Bury all your dreams with me and all your worldly belongings.
And with death there's life.

Would you hold onto this nightmare for a little while?
Keep your faith strong by your heart
and your enemies with a knife to your neck.
But let go of me
let me fall into your dreams and suffer.
Don't let your dreams wake you up.

Let go of me
aren't I an illusion now?
I'm not real and I'll pass right by you.
Would you believe your eyes or your skin?
Is this what you wanted to do all those years you didn't
let go.