I stare blankly at my tv
and a blank black box stares back at me
I guess in all the crazy excitement
I forgot to turn it on.
It doesn't matter anyway
there's probably nothing
good to be seen.
I feel like I've seen it all before.
I've gotta stop.
I've gotta stop
glancing at the door
that never opens
And take the hopen's
from my heart-- Don't start
with me again.
It's not like it wouldn't end anew.
I never never knew.
But I did.
I knew it all along
It was wrong from the beginning.
Even when it seemed all right.
And now, I'm hiding from the light
Drawn curtains, you see?
Fabric flipped over everything.
I want to hide.
I can't abide by this any more.
Good riddance, my Slayer.
Left my life in anger and endagered my spirit.
But you wouldn't hear it.
With your back turned, my Slayer.
Why listen to the cries of a dead man?
It's not like I can feel.
Not anymore.
My Slayer.