Everyone lives, but not everyone [bad word] dies 
While they"re still alive and survive 
Without anything to lose, I don"t care what will happen to me 
I climb through this dirty window of opportunity 

I feel a change of heart 
From the pain of a heartbreaking loss 
I hear awful sounds crying out 
I feel my heart breaking loose 

I cast away at my own will, to mourn alone across the sea 
It may never feel good, it may never feel right 
But it seemed like a good idea at the time

I don"t want praise for going away, it draws attention to my loss 
But drink alone for me while I am gone, We"ll together again when [bad word] home 

I feel my heart breaking away, from the pain of a heartbreaking loss 
I hear the awful [bad word] ripping from my mouth 
I feel my heart breaking loose... 

Spoken word:
Disconnect and dissasociate yourself from everything and everyone you know. Just let go. Go. Don't look back and see where it takes you. 

After a year is past, you might feel good enough [bad word] home. Or, there's the excitement that you may leave and just stay and [bad word] home again. Either way, you'll be glad you did it, having left and gone and being able to stand for yourself, after you've done your time. 

They say that time heals all wounds, well this is a good way to spend that time. What better way to distract yourself from sadness than to [bad word] your crisis to the point where it threatens your own survival, providing you with a total mind [bad word] of other factors allowing you to erase your [word] and de-program yourself from [unsure of lyrics] summer of the abyss.

Surrendering all control of familiarity, bolding going into the unknown [unsure fo lyrics] voluntary deportation from your own home. You know you have to go, your life depends on it. Answer the question: "Can you get here in 10 days?" "Yes I can." It's time to cross the ocean!

...and dive, into exile!