What is wrong with her eyes?
glossy stare that won't leave me be starts my [bad word] cold.
gaze that could make [bad word] freeze over...
I have to understand she's gone.

But she's not! Don't you tell me that she is dead.
Watch her lips softly move because she's still whispering to me!
And something here is not quite right...

Skin so cold beneath my touch as I [bad word] back her hair and close her eyes.
But I cannot stand to turn away.
When I do, she'll be gone...
It's frightening...

Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door...
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
I wish I could stop looking behind [bad word] now will only make it worse...
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
I wish my mind would stop...

Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.
And my [bad word] can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...

Shaking as I rest her body down.
No one knows, only me...
It's frightening...

There's a madman glaring straight at me!
Oh I know I've seen his face before...
I am sure I've seen his face before...