In the shadow of these black suburban hills   Dreamt by architects who've given up their will   There's an emptiness that never can be filled      Have you ever known the world to be so still   Have you ever heard a silence be so shrill   As you rise to smell the air before a kill   In the absence of distraction or a thrill      Always your   First instinct   Compels you to jump   Head first in   The comfort you crave   Is not in the grave   But here in my arms      In the moments when your vices are allayed   Are you left abandoned and afraid   Do you question the decisions that you've made   Are you haunted by the ghost that you've betrayed      Always your   First instinct   Compelles you to jump   Head first in   The comfort you crave   Is not in the grave   But here in my arms      Have you ever known the world to be so still   Have you ever heard a silence be so shrill   As you rise to smell the air before a kill   In the absence of distraction or a thrill      Always your   First instinct   Compelles you to dump   All hope and jump   The comfort you crave   Is not in the grave   But here in my arms