We went down to Houston Christmas Eve

And you looked through me

You pulled out my insides with your teeth

And found receipts

Looking for something

Sounds like all the rest I knew who came and left with nothing

She likes my conscience

Silent like the grave, well, ain't that something?

I drove to Chicago in my sleep in a dream

I told all my friends that we'd still speak

But it's been fifteen weeks

Now they're through with me

In the land where the gods are dead

I can still hear their stations

As the radio towers bend

To their voices replaying

And they speak through the static now

Just like ghosts in their cages

While the children still lie awake

And the faithless are praying

And they speak softly as they are fading

We are all ageless, we are all human

But in the twilight as sun is wasting

I lose my words and I lose my patience

I lose my thoughts and I lose my feelings

Did you give up yet? Do you feel nothing?

Where is the daylight? Where is the darkness?

Where are my friends now? Where is the silence?

Is this the last dance? Is this the real thing?

Is this a new hell? Are you my bad dream?

Here comes the last dance, here comes the real thing

Here comes a new hell, you are my bad dream

Here comes the last dance

Here comes the real thing

Here comes a new hell

You are my bad dream