Composing

It's all about the song in my head The one where the audience is all dead These days they're allowing Visitation to aid in my rehabilitation To make these days mean so much more to me I beg friends and family for forgiveness And now for the first time together we'll witness Together we'll live this song I've been living incessantly So come sing with me Through these poison pills and chemicals I know that you'll be something beautiful And brilliant, release will be instant I'm sorry its the only way It's all about the song in my head The one where the audience is all dead So come over to my house Catch up over dinner We're having strychnine and sirloin Port wine and paint thinner You'll convulse through the chorus It's the song of the sinner As I slowly clear the table I know that this wont be the last time It won't be the last time We wrote this song And the world will sing it To me it's everything, to me it's everything, to me it's On every corpse I see, her face, my love, my heart I hear her laughter and she's still alive It's like she's still alive It's in her body I'm holding As we make love My heart breaks everytime I dismember the flesh Hide the evidence and start again because It's all about the song in my head The one where the audience is all dead (With your last breath - only through death, our voices will join together)