Dawn On A Funeral Day

Did you ever realize why there are no stars in the sky?
 Because they're on the ground
 The air is brown
 We're trapped in this town
 Let me go -- I can't breathe
 I drag myself through the debris
 I never felt more alone than on this starry road
 The air is warm but I feel grey
 The chill of dawn on a funeral day
 I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest
 I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay
 Imagination in a chokehold
 I've been steamrolled by gold records
 Inspectors are watching over me under lock and key
 Chalk my outline
 They'd talk of this if I'd died from a broken heart
 They've taken art, turned it to something they think we'll buy
 The air is warm but I feel grey
 The chill of dawn on a funeral day
 I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest
 I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay
 My blood is their liquid vitamin
 Their madness festers under their skin
 The air is warm but I feel grey
 The chill of dawn on a funeral day
 I lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest
 I fade away and the hollow phantoms stay
 I have never felt so alone in my whole life