We’ll sleep in peace tonight because we’re too tired to care;
I’ll sip my liquid fire and you can dance at my funeral pyre;
It won’t be hard for you and me to break an already broken lyre;
It won’t make a difference to us because we’re both too tired to care.
But I can feel your heart break every minute of the day;
And I see unshed tears glitter where my heart once lay;
If I came back tainted for I was led astray;
Would I be worthy of you with my soul a darkened shade of gray?
The beast was here all along…