It was all a game where you took from me and I gave in.
You were addicted to the thrill.
Our lips drowned in constant strain.
Your soul was railed to the drill.

And I was too stoned to finish it.
The gears are stripped, the oil’s run dry.
You keep on cranking at the handle,
Waiting for a ghost to cry.

We mistook the friction for a fire,
And the static for a spark.
You fed on my exhaustion,
Like a needle in the dark.

I was the map you tore to pieces,
Just to see if I’d still lead you home.
But you can’t reignite a desert,
Once the heartbeat’s turned to stone.

And all I have are these hollow casings,
Spent shells of what we used to be.
You’re still searching for a heartbeat,
While I’m just searching for the key.

The power’s out, the room is cold,
A violent peace I finally own.
You’re screaming at a rusted bolt,
But I’ve already stepped into the unknown.

You don’t own me anymore.
Get lost with the whore of Babylon.