Closet Full of Skellingtons

We're on stage Paradise We make everything shine We're making it happen The laws of physics we are bending And isn't it marvelous? Trembling hands from exhaustion The blackness around your eyes Your skin is so ghostly We are vampires This our thing But I feel you less and less We wither away More like machines than lovers What is that crazy tongue you speak? A look of confusion and contempt You ask me to slow down We no longer communicate So we no longer stand a chance Wasn't just the temple No A culmination of the shit that went before Closet full of skellingtons Our weaknesses on display Why can't anything ever just feel good? There must be something we have missed Tell me Why did you save my life back there? Monstrous We are Let it turn to shit