These windows are wide but I still keep them closed
Bleeding the thoughts that the mind refused
Refuted falsely but uncontested
By the vessel that's graced with the ability to
The strings that built it are growing tight
The nail is driven and gets deeper each night
No coffin just leather, no metal just light
But no light shining in the leather's mind
No air to breath cause it's skin tight
Maybe the tenant has failed this time
But that is just habit, to change it is murder
But then again body and soul die every night