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