In Absentia

There was once a boy

With knives stuck in his voice

All he wanted, all he wanted was a little affection

Until one day he came

To tempt his mother’s taste

All she wanted, all she wanted was to spread her infection

Spit and spindle we refuse

Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend

Her broken thoughts

They’ve stolen all my love

Buried in absentia

Can you hear my vitreous heart

Breaking in absentia

Smokestacks burn

I won’t turn

I won’t ever let you go

They’ve stolen all my love

Yes, they’ve stolen all my love

He returns alone

Changes here nor there

Does he want some

Does he want a little insurrection?

Withhold my regrets

Insomnatic fate

Opt out of incision

Tear down the reason

I’ve just gotta get out of here

Spit and spindle we refuse

Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend

Her restless limbs

They’ve stolen all my love

Buried in absentia

Can you hear my vitreous heart

Breaking in absentia

Smokestacks burn

I won’t turn

I won’t ever let you go

They’ve stolen all my love

Yes, they’ve stolen all my love

Taken by the night

Dye the gates remembrance

Check the puzzle, does it fit

I am alpha and omega

And on the seventh day I rise

Past the pangs of my resistance

When the son gives up his throne

What becomes of this theft

Dasehra, make these shackles go away

Dasehra, make these shackles go away

Dasehra, won’t you help me stand my ground if I should fall

Dasehra, as long as I am injured

Dasehra, as long as I remember

Dasehra, as long as I am injured

Dasehra, as long as I remember