Bitter, blood-soaked bread, and a planner-full of pills Slide into a stomach that doesn't want to be filled Decrepit, dark asylum walls yearn for the days they were built Gesture to the grave, "that's the next stop for me" As your family almost slips down the hill with your body "I would die before I'd go into a home" And that is how it will be Your smile - the only warmth left in the halls of the beast Did you, too, dream of pulling out strips of your teeth? We're all fucking the king for his sword, and just keeping the sheath They won't stand at the pulpit of christ And speak false claims of me You'd best believe Wouldn't you come back To tell me There's more? Wouldn't you linger In the frame Of my door? You are so silent You are somewhere Not here or now In this kingdom Crown of flowers On this brow We both deserve more