gone are the days   of evasion existences is how you create it   whatever compels you to fucking embrace it   so long as the missing piece of the puzzle is split down the middle   we had better prepare ourselces for a perpetual winter      why do we do this to ourselves   countinuous escape a living hell   like those other lovers   hidden under the covers   its so empty in the arms of another      see what youve done   your irresistable with you sordid stories the morbid glory of it all   remember when times were worth celebrating   pour the wine for the fallen friends and foes sinsing in unison      my hell is a blank piece of paper staring back at me   my hell is wasted potential haunting me      why do we do this to ourselves   countinuous escape a living hell   why do we do this to ourselves   its so fucking empty in the arms of another