Killing The Flies

Air filled with sand lashing in my faceI can't see you fifteen feet awayI can hear you somewhere in the distanceI have lost youThe air is filled with sandEroding my skin I can smell you in the air I'm breathingI can feel you everytime I'm fallingI can taste youYou're the sand I'm eatingI can't kill youThe air is filled with sandEroding my skinAll trees cast their leaves when you're aroundAll colors grow pale, all tones lose their soundAir filled with sandIt's eroding my skinAll wheels stop turningNow take the night-bus and begin all over againSome things fade faster than you would believeSome memories sway your thoughts for a whileYet some might be etched into your skull so deeply they'll never grow paleSliding deeper and deeper into disasterDon't want you to see the state I'm inWhere do I end, where do you begin?Air filled with sandIt's eroding my skinAll wheels stop turningNow take the night-bus and begin all over againSliding deeper and deeper into disasterI'm on the speed-ramp going faster and faster...Lets stay in bed todayThe sun ain't shining anywayCompletely knocked out, unable to moveDwelling in daydreams, I'm closerI'm closer to youI enwrap myself in black sheetsTo match the skyI no longer want to seeThe bitterness in your eyesYou start killing the fliesYou start killing the fliesThis is the imperative of devotion:A command to consistent actionsTo defend our most heartfelt convictionsAgainst attempts of self-protectionTo cut them down to size of reasonWhat we feel is trueI can't abandon youI lost something forever in youIt all breeds only pain though I can't discard itCan't rid of myself of you without betraying my heart