Here's a toast to the liars and deceivers
that pride themselves on my history.
Here's to the past, present, future
and all this life that will never be.

Because I'm asking for the end to come sooner than expected
Dare I wear my wounds on my sleeve?
Why won't the boundaries let me feel anymore?
And when will the longest nights allow me to sleep?

Welcome to the end.
This is what you've done to me.
Dig my grave, bury me alive (if you don't mind).
Welcome to the start of something permanent
in this cemetary.
My love has been forgotten, I'm running out of time.
I'm gone.

Where's the irony that rests in reality?
You've let me down further than you could ever see.
I could only pray that this pain is somewhat temporary.
But how long is that when the explosion is as far as blind eyes will see?

Stabbed in the back and in the throat.
Attacks on different fronts from the fog and the thunder.
Trust is just a figment of my imagination.
Other than me, who's fault is that, I wonder?

Welcome to the end.
This is what you've done to me.
Dig my grave, bury me alive (if you don't mind).
Welcome to the start of something permanent
in this cemetary.
My love has been forgotten, I'm running out of time.
I'm gone.

My heart is just a slave to my memories
as the deepest thoughts just fade to black and blue.
You told me "Don't let go," and I couldn't
even when you wanted me to.