Blow Me To Bermuda

History has a way of finding you when your alone
All alone isolated and cold
Chained in place adjusted to the dark I
Sit and wait watching through the key hole
Watching through the key hole

I drew a line between us and marked it with death
You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left
But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands
Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land

As my memory soars through the calm air of night
Nothing to grasp but your breathe so I might
As well float to the ground and sink into the dirt
I assure you love's worse, death doesn't hurt

I drew a line between us and marked it with death
You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left
But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands
Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land

Nothing more than a worm but history finds a way
A way to meet those once powerful and strike down where they lay
Your cold and alone face down in a hole
As I crawl into your coffin and feed on your soul

Who needs death when I have you?
Who drains the color from a vibrant room?

I drew a line between us and marked it with death
You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left
But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands
Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land
I drew a line between us and marked it with death
You have nothing to gain because I have nothing left
But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands
Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land