Mom, I'm writing you a letter.
Maybe the last,
But definitely the first.
It's a deep, dark night.
I'm sitting in bed, and she's beside.
Breathing so calmly.
I hear some sort of music.
No, it's all just noise in my head.
I'm sitting, drowning, and drowning in tears.
Because I'm sad,
Because I'm alone.
I choke on fear.
Loneliness is such an awe,
Envelops me,
Pierces through me.
You know, mum, I figured that...
There is no god.
No god, nooo.
There is no god, no.
There's only peace,
where there's home.
Where you are,
and I am not.
Where I will never return,
I think not.
I thought that you
But it was I,
it was I,
who's hurt you.
It's a shame that,
I figured it out so late.
So late,
I understood.
Loneliness is such an awe,
Envelops me,
Pierces through me.
You know, mum, I figured that...
There is no god.
No there's not, nooo.
Loneliness is such an awe,
Envelops me,
Pierces through me.
You know, mum, I figured that...
There is no god.
No there's not, nooo.
No god.
Mum, no. (for a bit)
I'm writing,
you a letter.
Maybe the last one,
Maybe the last one.
And maybe not.

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