Moments (After Death Pt. II)

There's a moment at a wedding
Miming vows meant for others, touching sweetly, kissing freely
As we dance amongst the lovers
There's a moment at a café at the bottom of the earth
When I studied the hands you chose to give me first
There's a moment in a garden,
Sitting underneath the sun that we needed
We kneeled and we weeded
There's a moment turning twenty-four
Near halfway to fifty, wondering what to wear now
My clothes do not fit me

Drift into your coma, stroll towards your fate
Your sick obsession with yourself, the demons you helped create

I hate airports, I hate planes, but I need time spent away, spent away
I hate airports, I hate planes, but I need time spent away, spent away
No need for distance, not for space, not for months of distain
No need for months of distain
No need for distance, not for space, not for months of distain
No need for months of distain

You let yourself into my house, confessed your sins like a Christian
I licked the tears from your eyes
I ripped the ring from my finger

I'm a martyr, slain by lions in front of scoffing sinners
I'm the laughing stock, a failure surrounded by the winners
I'm a wound, I need to heal but I'm ripped open every morning
Drinking bottle after bottle, these dark spirits are consuming me

It's in these moments I could murder men and bathe in their blood
Overdose on the drugs I'm on
Cut my flesh, and break my bones
Burn your house, and smash my home
Moments that I'm running from

Moments there'll be more to come
Moments trembling, hands then numb
Moments, there'll be more to come
Moments, there'll be more to come