From The Coma-swept Ruins

I've got an army of one behind the last wall

Fuels the engine in the last room to the right

Meanwhile the hallway is in another past

I had it nailed down to the last future pointed up

My faith's crawling through the vents again

The last time it came down

It felt something like a last rain

And the drains are all clogged again

The smashed mirrors are leaking from the pipes within

I've got the world in a metal shelf

Above a window grinning

Perfect ocean blue

And every life I take is my own

Don't have the fuel to burn it my way

Mind is wide open to the eyes pointed left

They've taken all they could again

The rest hangs black in the storm ahead

I can't pass it with these roads I've cut through

And I'm impressed with all you do

With just four limbs and a head

And if I were anyone else

I'd be the mirror staring back at a face so deaf

I'm in the open now yet all enclosed

The hollow winds of engines shuffling fog again

Ahead the distance smears all that's left

I used to walk it now the wheels just blur through

And at the end they've all turned to air

And left their shadows behind for me to follow

And what they say is that I have got to change

So I think I'll go and do that right now