Memento Mori

She was tied down to the tracks
In the middle of the road
Clutching to the thorns of a rose that she fought
But she couldn't let go

Perched upon his lungs
She was typing in his chest
I'll be hiding in the dreams
Of your last will and testament

And if the only way out was just
A straight ahead admission of guilt
Then he wouldn't be sitting in the darkness
Sharpening ever excuse

YOU HIT THE BOTTLE
BUT YOU CAN'T DRINK
THE YELLOW OUT OF YOUR SPINE

Smother by the torment
He could never forget
Disassociation in the comfort of his dreams
That she wouldn't let go

And every time he woke up in the coldest sweat
Scrawled to the bone with her nails
Was the promise that she wouldn't let go

And if the only way out was just
A straight ahead admission of guilt
Then he wouldn't be sitting in the darkness
Sharpening ever excuse

YOU HIT THE BOTTLE
BUT YOU CAN'T DRINK
THE YELLOW OUT OF YOUR SPINE

She will swing the hammer every night
Sleeping in a ditch beyond the pines
She must breathe the water every night
Taking every breath you have denied

Memento Mori
Nothing's gonna take your place
Momento Mori
Remember that it's your turn