Rain is falling up to us

In time with the song inside your head.

I hope to god this was worth the pain

because I’d hate to tell you

it wasn’t.

Fall and fly underground and don’t forget to die

it’s the final act, finally, and there’s nothing but life.

Your tent of bones held by skin and muscles

splendidly shows what art imitates.

I wonder; do you know how to set me free?

I’m still sitting inside your cold black heart,

set me free and I’ll bring you home to hell.

Enter the final act, do your best for the words,

hope to heaven they return.

No more sparks;

like wood without flame—no fire now.

Can you speak the words you found in my heart?

Crawl in my head and pull out thoughts,

destroy the sanity you lost to your ghost.

Rain flies up from your mind to my eyes;

then up to earth.

It’s time to go home, let me free—

I’ll stay and bring you back with me,

we’re going home to hell.