I carved your name in the stone at my feet
looking down at the edge of our cliff
where the nightsky's on fire
and our souls rife with the desire
to touch once more
love scattered on the floor
and the nightingales sing
oh, what horrors they bring
what horrors they bring
trauma resurfacing
voices howling
monsters crawling
my tears falling in the dirt of what it used to be
our heaven, our home echoing of our shivaree
my air is getting tight, I feel the walls cave in
my darkest thoughts next to empty bottles of gin
ravel looking down a bottomless abyss
filled with the sweetest suicidal bliss
and the nightingales sing
oh, what horrors they bring
what horrors they bring
words cutting
blades smiling
blood shining
my memories unfolding a distorted reality
of the ghost of you - I'm losing my sanity
I'm breaking, I'm killing myself
buried, burning up slowly in the depth
of my mind's numbing cold cage
I've reached my life's very last page
and the nightingales sing
oh, what horrors they bring
what horrors they bring
...
I carved your name deep in my skin
together with the horrors it holds within