All the dust that grows inside my veins 
is not to your taste 
Oh! Be mindful of your memories 
don't let them go to waste 

Breathe it in and slowly swallow 
let them stare they'll surely follow 
you into an endless tomb 
foresight, tonight, the darkest room 

Vision blurred inside a carnival crowd: 
I'll say that I am proud 
But how I'll miss your oh so beautiful bones 
and I'll try to drown out loud 

I won't make it, no I wont' make it 
I can't take it, no I can't take it