Do you suppose that we could survive
This menopause for the rest of our lives?
I can't seem to look into your eyes
Remind me still of all your damn lies
The stagnant flow, non-existent tears
The screams that ream right into my fears
There's no escape from the last heartbeat
In hell, I'm drinking from River Lethe
Swathed in my screams
Bathed in my dreams
