Faithiles: Killer's lullaby

I'm sittin' at a coffe table unable to see straightWatchin' parallel lines unwind and undulateBehind the rain-soaked window pane the scene's bleakAnother train leaving home, concending defeat with a low moanHangin' in a sy made of stone, everybody's leavin' homeCalled my man Jerome to come and meet me in the twilight zoneLeave ya mobile phone at home and come aloneI bouht him coffe an' a snack, settled back, started speakinHe was tweakin' at the peak of his hat while I'm seekin'to discover what it takes to stay soberNot to cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sensef the eveidence, It's overShe'd gone for good why should I lieSingin' a killer's lullabyIndentified by the dying ring of a goodbyeThe last thing ya hear before ya life disappear"Is it better when you see her?"Nah, it just gets worse like my stomach'll burstFeels like I been cursed with seven centuriesOf bitter memories, Inadequacies of previous he's and she'sI'm movin' round this old house for the last timeScene of my past crimes, been her for lifetimesHearin' the chimes of that old clock that useta mockYou got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlockYou look shocked, trust me. Nuthin' ever moves but the dustThere's just us and I'm here to torment and teaseAn' that's how it was for centureis, me and my memoriestil you bought the keys, took a coupla SaturdaysAn; moved in runnin' from tragedies an' boozin'Seven hundred years since I came her you appearSame hair, same quizzical stareI couldn't get near and the sheer frustrationWas more than I could bear, I was really cursedThought I'd been through the worst part,That was just first part, just the startEverynight I'd be sittin' with dread pickin' my heartIn case the man she been chasin' gets to first baseAn' I just can't escape. I'm in bad shapeYou makin' love to someone else is more than i can takeSo I make all the movement I can, to no availScream an' yell sinkin' deeper in my own personal hellI'm gettin' heated I'm sorry, have another coffeeI needed to release my sparrow chest from just a pieceOf this pressure, unless an' excape route is foundI'm goin' down, underground into lifetaimes of painIt's absurd, the heaviest chain is contained in the sound of one wordSo I'm referred back to hell. Just as well i hate needlesan' get twinges at the thought of syringesI move quick I wanna try my trick one last timeyou know it's possible to vaguely define my outline,when dust move and the sun shineSo I try to change vibrate myself to near human pitch,which reminds me how i used to come unstitched,and switch round the house in a blind rage,it took years and an ocean of tearsto find the key to this cage,advance another stage into a new age.It's difficult to gauge,but I know i'll see you again, on that you can depend,I just dont know how or when.Sleep on my last love, i'm gone.