Vacant time, vacant weeks
Waiting, waiting
And all I know is how to weep
Waiting, waiting
Empty presence, empty woe
Waiting, waiting
And all I can think of are ways to die alone
Waiting…

I pick a silver dream for you
Flawless and covered in web
Tiny minds for tiny spirits
Don't fit in crimson catalyst

And all I can think of are ways to die alone
Waiting, waiting
A dream for you, flawless, flawless…
Waiting, waiting
I slit my throat, I slit your throne
Waiting, waiting
And all I can think of are ways to die alone

Minds and bodies alike;
Twirling under moonlit scars
Pick from ghostly rage
Enlightened soul
Peace, noise
Go

I await your highness
In a field of bleeding thorns
Waiting for reality…
You arrive; forgotten, in bestow
And all I can think of are ways to die alone.