And this is nothing short of tragic
And this is nothing short of what I expected, or needed and I m burning alive
I m burning alive and this (divide) is me, or you, or other than another fight I picked (to burn a hole into you)
If it burns you alive then I ll eclipse a hole into you
And I ll send shivers down the spine of every body in every heart in every country in every room
(a year on and this ship is sinking)
And I ve got a thought for you
Three days pass and this is nothing more than a far cry from tragic

(the line crackles and cuts out a flat line, a last attempt to search for a pulse on this dying captain overboard)
And every word he spoke was my favourite
And every x that he crossed out was nothing short of personal
And every wish he built
And every dream he brought meant nothing to me
This is a circular motion and I am nothing short of tragic
(the noises, the drum fills, the seconds that pass)
I ll round you up and cut you off (emotionless tones and you fade off) And I break off
This is nothing but a misty haze this is nothing
This is nothing short of tragic this is nothing
Burn petals burn burn petals burn