Maybe I'm the next casualty Or tragic accidental passing after hatchets fall Since I sat silently, the world said goodbye to me The passage is twice the price of passions involved It's all revolved around this existent vault This physical inebriation is a ghost I've known for longer than myself If someone else could lend some help I'd send them all my love But they won't come, and I don't know if I can save myself or anyone The face of loss is all that I could draw without a flaw Having everything descending right before me Is assuring me that I was far from wrong I call commending reveries for all the apparitions That the phantom spawned Though mountains tall, I am a fault