With every breath Another whole exits And now I hold the door With heavy head, she's lead away For what's out there I go astray An empty chair implies a ghost And hanging what's left on the post Just picture life inside our pit Convention Just try to leave and still exist Convention I turn my head And see the heavy strain I still cry out your name "Where do you go when you're away?" A question for another day Who hangs above the silver pen? Not again, not again With promises of bitter end It's so hard And now she's cursed deliverance Her soul guard And now I'm living on the fence For soul guard The perfect life could still exist What could I miss?