Rapture - The Great Distance

a noise quieter than a dying breath
mirrors on the blank side of the paper
a need to control this suicide
something i'll never quite understand

what would heal these holes
marks left by the feeding needle
tonight the bullets turn into keys
and we escape

this was the day of losing control
a sea of silence is where i go
stuck somewhere between a blink and a tear
and the great distance

what would heal these holes
marks left by the feeding needle
tonight the bullets turn into keys
and we escape

maybe it was just a ghost of a voice
i thought i once heard
maybe nothing of the like
maybe it was just a memory
i thought i saw creeping by
maybe nothing

what would heal these holes
marks left by the feeding needle
tonight the bullets turn into keys
and we escape

"Better to die, and sleep
The never waking sleep, than linger on,
And dare to live, when the soul's life is gone."
[Sophocles (496BC-406-5BC)]