So Strange I Remember You

so strange i remember you in protest of a prayer <br>and falling back from seas we fear to sail <br>i swear i saw the shooter, gold deep and double dare <br>postmortem warnings seem inclined to fail <br>feigning an apology <br>those words they never left your lips <br>those 5 years in Bermuda slide by like the lights of passing ships <br>so strange that i remember you <br>kneeling deep in Nietzsche’s lies <br>my throat was an open grave i drank your stained glass eyes <br>and they taste like dead cathedrals <br>that are crumbling beneath a weight ten thousand jaded tourists <br>who’ve traded in their hearts and hands for <br>disposable cameras, set to document decay <br>set to capture just enough of life to catalogue the things we throw away <br> <br>(breathing the fumes of our machines) <br>we’ve lost our way <br>( breathing through television dreams) <br>if we could only see us now <br>if we could only see us now <br>the words of the dead ring in our ears <br>but its only a lie <br>the voice in your head brings you to tears <br>but you don’t know why <br>the words of the dead in our ears <br>but its only a lie <br>the voice in your head brings you tears <br>but its only a lie <br>yes its only a lie <br>isn’t it?