I'm facing the lightnBut fading to blacknI'm offering peacenAs I'm stabbed in the backnnYet I'm feeling ignorednMy house is made up stillnWith paper for doorsnnI've tried to hate younBut feel regretnI'm most uncertainnI've lost the betnI'm waiting to watch itnI'm waiting to seenIs this my overture? Or obituary?nnI'm holding the torchnBut melting my fistsnI'm first in the linenYet last on the listnnYet I'm feeling ignorednMy house is made up stillnWith paper for doorsnnI've tried to hate younBut feel regretnI'm most uncertainnI've lost the betnI'm waiting to watch itnI'm waiting to seenIs this my overture? Or obituary?nnOr obituary!nnI tried not to choke you (NO!)nBut now you're dead (NO!)nI'm most uncertain (NO!)nShould I feel regret? (NO!)nnI've tried to hate younBut feel regretnI'm most uncertainnI've lost the betnI'm waiting to watch itnI'm waiting to seenIs this my overture? Or obituary?nnI tried not to choke you!nnIs this my overture? Or obituary?