Dawn On A Funeral Day

Did you ever realize why there are no stars in the sky?

Because they're on the ground

The air is brown

We're trapped in this town

Let me go - I can't breathe

I drag myself through the debris

I never felt more alone than on this starry road

The air is warm but I feel grey

The chill of dawn on a funeral day

(I lie in unrest) While heavy dirt falls to my chest

(I fade away) And the hollow phantoms stay

Imagination in a chokehold, I've been steamrolled by gold records

Inspectors are watching over me, under lock and key

Chalk my outline; they'd talk of this if I'd died from a broken heart

They've taken art, turned it to something they think (We'll buy)

The air is warm but I feel grey

The chill of dawn on a funeral day

(I lie in unrest) While heavy dirt falls to my chest

(I fade away) And the hollow phantoms stay

My blood is their liquid vitamin

Their madness festers under their skin

The air is warm but I feel grey

The chill of dawn on a funeral day

(I lie in unrest) While heavy dirt falls to my chest

(I fade away) And the hollow phantoms stay

I have never felt so alone in my whole life