The war, it is bitter
There's ice in your veins
The house is now empty
And just chaos reigns
And you often wonder
What there is to hold onto
If you can keep treading water
If you even want to
The tired old mattress
Which gives you no rest
You can't stop the screaming
But no truths confessed
Stop asking the questions
Don't hope for release
The truth is, the darkness
May never quite cease
Your mind will betray you
But your heart, it still beats
And you are reminded
Well, there's that, at least
For Lisa and Silvana
