Verse
(How long in line must I wait)
Theres not enough beds to fit you and I,
so when we both die, together, as one,
only one of us may survive the fall.
And that wont happen. Not at the same time.
(These grains of sand disintergrate)

bridge
It wont happen to both of us, here, now,
because my pain will slit your throat, before
you have the chance to slit my own.

chorus
The cardiac shards are sharper than they seem.
This suffering is nothing but my dream.
My cardiac shards falling to the ground.
Knees to the chin, eyes shut, trying to block
out the sound of your painful screams.
Linger in the air, as you bleed.

[to be completed...*runz*]