we had to slice up the babiesnbut got caught just before we got startednno one slept through our cryingnhaunting ghosts of our dearly departednnthese broken lives, someday we saidnbut now you're gone, ashes insteadnnthe last words we had spokennwhisper quiet through all the tall treesn& this chill makes me lonelynas i hold tight to fading memoriesnnashes & dirt turn into dustnall full of hurt, cobwebs & rustnn& i would share with younn& this cold feeling holds menevery time that we veer down this pathn& where are the storiesnof all our dead friends with no epitaphsnnthese broken lives / i empty blednleft all alone / since you've been deadnnlethargic we step, all struggle & tryingnno success for the livingnjust drowning & dyingna loser's life to be lived all alonena lucid dream for a sycophant dronenthe hate & the pain will always surviventhe self destruction from the needle & knifenyou've gone your way & there's nothing to donbut take this darkness & share it with youn& i would share it with you