It's all about the song in my head
The one where the audience is all dead

These days are allowing
Visitation to aid in my rehabilitation
To make these days mean so much more to me
I beg friends and family for forgiveness
And now for the first time together we'll witness
Together we'll live this song I've living incessantly
So come sing with me
Through these poison pills and chemicals
I know together we'll be something beautiful
And brilliant but at least for the instant
Sorry is the only way

It's all about the song in my head
The one where the audience is all dead

So come over to my house
Catch up over dinner
We are having steak night and sirloin
Providing paint thinner
You can go through the cupboard
It's the song of the sinners
The audience is all dead
As I slowly clear the table
I know that this wont be the last time
It wont be the last time
We wrote this song
And the world will sing it
It means everything to me
Every courtship will my face love, my heart
I hear her laughter and she's still alive
It's like she's still alive
It's in this body I'm holding
While we make love
To dismember the flesh
The evidence is hard against me

It's all about the song in my head
The one where the audience is all dead