That Subtle Jack Ketch

It's been a while since she's been sober
It's just the curse of growing older
Cause when the winter comes
And ashes start to smolder
You can't run
Her mind is withered to the bone
Muddled paint and calico
Is her soul enough
The god of letting go
has called her up

Could our hearts know peace again
I think the fever's setting in
And we ain't got much time
Until the reaper comes for what is his

So darlin' hold her tight until this fit of getting older passes
It's took her mind away, humanity of her's mocks what we ask it
See her milk-white eyes, the oceans they once held are all but stagnant
Her time is skin and bone, and I think
What a subtle way to go

The song she sings is but an echo
Her paper walls are turning yellow
Her youth is a
Fading amoretto
in a frame
And as her voice is growing thinner
So does every wolf within her
On her final day
She'll wear a homesick grin apon
her face

We go up to that inferno
No forever is eternal
And we watch him fly
Begging for Icarus not to go

So darlin' hold her tight until this fit of getting older passes
It's took her mind away, humanity of her's mocks what we ask it
See her milk white eyes, the oceans they once held are all but stagnant
Her time is skin and bone, and I think
What a subtle way to go

We just close our eyes cause we can only hide our setting suns
Even heroes die, hoping that their death's the only one
But that day arrives, and we'll mourn it every time it does
This life's a rabid dog, and hoping that the bite'll never come

So darlin' hold her tight until this fit of getting older passes
It's took her mind away, humanity of her's mocks what we ask it
See her milk white eyes, the oceans they once held are all but stagnant
Her time is skin and bone, and I think
What a subtle way to go