So tell me how do you feel?
Does this world still seem real
When everybody says you're dying.
You really hate to hurt me
But it's in pursuit of beauty
And so it must be done
And so it must be done
And hold my hand as we crawl
The children's backs against the wall
Do you really want to see this?
What seems to be an army of lovers
Crying children and their mothers
Are marching to the gallows
Are marching to the gallows
You never said you were ill
Tell me when you've had your fill
Of this monolithic heartbreak
I'm telling you this is what we have left
Inside my mind
Inside my mind