[ Featuring Gilbert Landry ]
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 your pretty words
Like poison in my ear
Might as well be a dead language
I can't feel a thing a hear
It's in the letters that you mail
All those broken promises
Just ships without a sail
Anchored to a dark abyss
Still you turn the bloody soil
Always wanting more
Suffering the spoils
Of long forgotten wars
All those 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 has fallen
The writings on the wall
If you can't face your fears
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