The streets are littered with rubble and dust
Their thoughts are filled with uncertainty and lust
Torn in quarters and scattered like playing cards
Huddled up in a package of lice
Covered up in a fresh sheet of white
Ending where I know I've walked to far
Angels with faces paler than snow, they cup my cheeks and ask
"Are you yet living?" ("Am I yet living?")
In a room lacks of color and tone, spinning on shattered gla**
I am not living ("You are not living")
Because I know what I've done and I know it was wrong
And I sin to the beat of every beautiful song
And it plays on repeat in the back of my mind
Over and over again ten-hundred-thousand times
Until my head starts to hurt and my ears start to bleed
And my arms fly forward at unreachable speeds
Digits and demons and ashes from flares
Are all I can see when I take to the air
I ponder how long before I should go, but walking alone, I know
There is no reason (There is no reason)
I'm far too young to grow this old, suburbia closing in
Without treason (Without treason)
And I know there are no saviors behind those clouds
And I know that nothing can save me now
Because I know what I've done and it was all just a lie
And I still see them falling from the hole in the sky
The creatures that lurk the abandoned streets
And the words that tear at the root of the wheat
Until their limbs wear out and their veins start to ache
And, like branches, the cracks in the pavement break
Digital demons and cigarette flakes
Are still all I see when I cross the lake
The spirit of all past lovers approaches, she cups my shoulders and asks
"Are you yet living?" ("Am I yet living?")
I was taught the book was once a token, but now I know that
It was always fiction (It was always fiction)
And I know there are no saviors behind those clouds
And I know that nothing can save me now
This is it...