no cat, no cradle, no light at the end of the tunnel, 
a cosmic joke with no punchline, but still i find time to smile. 

stars make a living, cold calling lovers¦ 
no solus in a false apparition, false idol of myself¦ 
i'm scared too 

shades of grey, tethered 
waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds 
this body is my tomb 
waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds 
i am glistening gold 
waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds 

no longer do i wish for a grin to 
cross my face and throat 
this is where we let go 
this is for 

those who feel love 
those who feel hate 
all that will flourish 
all that decays 

find art in the collapse 
the avalanche of farewells 

goodbye! goodbye! 
goodbye! goodbye! 
goodbye! goodbye! 
farewell!