these lights...this city 

under their waves my mind begins to drift away 

such malice...beneath beauty 

would send anyone looking for a safer place 

like home...am i alone 

if i break is there somewhere i can be whole again 

is there a safe haven 

somewhere to heal from the assisted self-inflicted pain 

from my failures 

because something's dying 

down inside of me 

can't shake this...this feeling 

sickle stares that believe they reach the heart of me 

an insistance and persistance 

of sifting through until they find the deepest darkest deeds 

in this home...sweet home 

i sleep with one eye open and hide from the day 

inspected...dissected 

laid open for the triggermen to fire away 

at my failures 

something's dying 

down inside of me 

is this feeling 

is this real 

well, it must be something 

from nothing...nothing comes 

i've seen in dark places 

small flames cutting through where there were none before 

so simple...so precious 

but still small, still open, still vulnerable 

and this home...away from home 

this shelter from the everpresent enemy 

has kept score...and closed doors 

brightest fires kept inside close and comfortable 

from the failure 

but the fire is dying 

down inside of me 

with all my failures 

something's dying 

down inside of me