Dead Language

You give yourself away

With a hunger in your eyes

For the love that you betray

With those cold poetic lies

And you take what you can get

But it's never what you thought

You never seem to know

If what you want is what you want

And all those pretty words

Like poison in my ear

Might as well be a dead language

I can't feel a thing I hear

It's in the letters that you mail

All those broken promises

Just ships without a sail

Anchored to a dark abyss

Now you turn the bloody soil

Always wanting more

Suffering the spoils

Of long forgotten wars

And all your pretty words

So cold and insincere

Might as well be a dead language

I can't feel a thing I hear

Your dreams of isolation

Have left you all alone

In a prison of your making

Masquerading as a home

Now the die have fallen

The writing's on the wall

If you can't face your fear

You can't see yourself at all

Can't know yourself at all

Can't see yourself at all

Don't talk to me of love

It's an illusion that you miss

Since all there ever was

Is only what there is

And all your pretty words

Won't change that, my dear

Might as well be a dead language

I can't feel a thing I hear