A Poets's Burial

To write another song of heartbreak
To lose the will to live again
To write another song of hatred
To feel the urge to kill again

To feel the urge to kill again
To feel the urge to kill

To write another song of heartbreak
To lose the will to live again
To write another song of hatred
To feel the urge to kill again

The same old tired numbness
Nothing different but the pen
I'm bleeding nonetheless
I don't think I'll try again

Instead I'll draw close to Christ and prove myself to Him (2x)

I find me all by myself again
And see that I am free from within (2x)

The urge to seek the comfort of another angel's arms
Has died with everything else (2x)

I'm dead to you
Solitude is safety in my own arms