For my beloved I would put my head into the guillotine
The day is coming to walk down these stairs a final time
And it had to come when I would get into her morphine
To see if I could bring some relief to my anxious mind.
Since she's been home she's never left her bed
She is already flat out and just floating on a cloud
There seems like a ghostly wind blowing in my head
While I never thought that silence could be so loud.
And I'll be condemned to be wandering all around
Aimlessly drifting without a purpose or a reason
While I know that I will board anything outbound
And to my own self I will have committed treason.