He had alot to say. 
He had alot of nothing to say. 
We'll miss him. 
So long. 
We wish you well. 
You told us how you weren't afraid to die. 
Well then, so long. 
Don't cry. 
Or feel too down. 
Not all martyrs see divinity. 
But at least you tried. 

Standing above the crowd, 
He had a voice that was strong and loud. 
We'll miss him. 
Ranting and pointing his finger 
At everything but his heart. 
We'll miss him. 

No way to recall 
What it was that you had said to me, 
Like I care at all. 

So loud. 
You sure could yell. 
You took a stand on every little thing 
And so loud. 

Standing above the crowd, 
He had a voice so strong and loud and I 
Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so 
Eager to identify with 
Someone above the ground, 
Someone who seemed to feel the same, 
Someone prepared to lead the way, with 
Someone who would die for me. 

Will you? Will you now? 
Would you die for me? 
Don't you fuckin lie. 

Don't you step out of line. 
Don't you fuckin lie. 

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. 
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? 

You had alot to say. 
You had alot of nothing to say. 

Come down. 
Get off your fuckin cross. 
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. 

To ascend you must die. 
You must be crucified 
For your sins and your lies. [sic] 
Goodbye... 

I know the pieces fit 
'Cause I watched them fall away 
Mildewed & smouldering 
Fundamental differing 
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion 
Disintegrating as it goes 
Testing our communication 
The light that fueled a fire 
That has burned a hole between us so 
We cannot seem to reach an end 
Crippling our communication 

I know the pieces fit 
'Cause I watched them tumble down 
No fault, none to blame 
It doesn't mean I don't desire 
To point the finger, blame the other 
Watch the temple topple over 
To bring the pieces back together 
Rediscover communication 

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between 
& the circling is worth it 
Finding beauty in the dissonance 

There was a time that the pieces fit 
But I watched them fall away 
Mildewed & smouldering 
Strangled by our coveting 
I've done the math enough to know 
The dangers of our second-guessing 
Doomed to crumble unless we grow 
& strengthen our communication 

Cold silence has a tendency 
To atrophy any sense of compassion 
Between supposed lovers 
Between supposed lovers 

I know the pieces fit (x 7) 
& I know the pieces fit