You've been living your life in cardboard tubes of bright white
Moving desert sands, twisting serpents in your frail hands
A blast of crystal, emerald, ruby and the air whistles
Gone, Gone, Requiem. I was burned by your setting sun
Drink your morning wine and have some more poisoned time
Unwrap the stained gauze, your shattered eyes lost cause
I think you might cry, aching for your mother's calm sigh
I see where you are, sad and chained to a falling star
You say it's not addiction but I can see you're falling fast
Moving day is coming and I think that it might be your last
Had, had, you've been had, why can't you see that you've been had
Hate to see a day end, much worse to see when it's your friends