The Black Anniversary

I'm falling through the floor = into the place I never knew was under me. And a voice from far away is singing words that I can't hear, but I'm reading in between the lines and last breaths. Waiting for the end. So get your violins, and play a dead man's song for me. Whisper the verses to me baby- before I fall asleep. I felt them stitching my severed arteries but I can't remember anything except the sound of falling rain and broken strings unwinding. So get you violins and play a dead man's song for me.whisper the verses to me baby- before I fall asleep. Black lips and kisses, dead words and sentences, a fading picture in a torn up memory. Black lip and kisses, dead words and sentences, a fading picture to remind you that this is the end of everything.