I see a skull in the carpet, it reminds me a bit of your face
I see a skull in the carpet, it reminds me a bit of your face
But what doesn't by now?
I've spent years sprinkling this guilt
With an unresolved burden of hope
I know no other hope

I see hands in the mirror, pointing out what I've done wrong
I see hands in the mirror, writing a story and I try to go along
They say the sun rises in apathy, unsure of how it feels to give
Life to those who waste it on apathetic choices
I know no other choice
I know no other choice

I see men and women going to where they're supposed to be
I see ghosts wandering, trying to find where they're supposed to be
The living leave clues and maps
Saying "Here's who I am, here's who I love"
But no mention of who he ought to be
I know no other
I know no other
I know no other

Muerte Cat