Dirty Window Of Opportunity: "Can You Get Here In 10 Days?"

Everyone lives, but not everyone truly dies
While they are still alive and survive
Without anything to lose, I don't care what will happen to me
I climb through this dirty window of opportunity

I feel a change of heart
From the pain of a heartbreaking loss
I hear awful sounds crying out
I feel my heart breaking loose

I cast away at my own will, to mourn alone across the sea
It may never feel good, it may never feel right
But it seemed like a good idea at the time
I don't want praise for going away, it draws attention to my loss
But drink alone for me while I am gone
We'll get together again when I come home

I feel my heart breaking away
From the pain of a heartbreaking loss
I hear the awful howl come ripping from my mouth
I feel my heart breaking loose

Disconnect and disassociate yourself
From everything and everyone you know, just let go
Go, don't look back, and see where it takes you
After a year has passed, you might feel good enough to come home
Or there's the excitement that you may leave and just stay, and never come home again
Either way, you'll be glad you did it
Having left and gone, and being able to decide for yourself after you've done your time
They say that time heals all wounds
Well, this is a good way to spend that time
What better way to distract yourself from sadness than to further complicate your crisis to the point where it threatens your own survival?
Providing you with a total mindfuck of other factors, allowing you to erase your memory, deprogram yourself, and rebuild somewhere in the abyss
Surrendering all control and familiarity, boldly going into the unknown
Committing to this forced, yet voluntary, deportation from your own home
You know you have to go, your life depends on it
Answer the question, "Can you get here in ten days?"
"Yes, I can!"
It's time to cross the ocean

And dive into exile