Most people are gone
Most people are gone
Desecrated in a blur
By found fortune and finger
My worries are gone
My friends are all gone
My mother is gone
Her own memory denies her
Our days to come
Can't be worried on
Can't be thought upon
Can't be dreamed
And thank you
There's no room for disaster in my world to come
And thank you
There's no room for love or family in what's to come
And thank you
I love nothing more than the freedom to obliterate
And thank you
I know what's in store if it brings love
Then it's come too late
And thank you for making this easy
That's all I wanted
