The Funeral, Pt. I: Dig My Grave Forever

Everything spills over haphazardly
 Did you ever have a way with words
 Or were you lying?
 Where were you when I was...
 It doesn't matter
 Ink infects the canvas
 As sound pollutes the air
 Everything is meaningless
 And I shouldn't care
 I was struggling and barely alive
 And you weren't around until you thought I died
 I was struggling and barely alive
 Where were you? Where were you?
 Sycophants and cynics make me sick
 The irony is that I asked for this
 But sycophants and cynics make sick to my stomach
 Injustice to the alphabet
 I won't take your word for it
 Your word is worthless if I'm not convinced
 The end of the line looks so different
 The smile I saw on my face
 Is replaced with two holes for two boxes
 And a vineyard full of foxes
 Vanity of vanities, everything is vanity
 The silence of your absence is scary to me
 I am ruined