A Poets's Burial

To write another song of heartbreak

To lose the will to live again

To write another song of hatred

To feel the urge to kill again

To feel the urge to kill again

To feel the urge to kill

To write another song of heartbreak

To lose the will to live again

To write another song of hatred

To feel the urge to kill again

The same old tired numbness

Nothing different but the pen

I'm bleeding nonetheless

I don't think I'll try again

Instead I'll draw close to Christ and prove myself to Him (2x)

I find me all by myself again

And see that I am free from within (2x)

The urge to seek the comfort of another angel's arms

Has died with everything else (2x)

I'm dead to you

Solitude is safety in my own arms