Blow Me To Bermuda

History has a way of finding you when your alone

All alone isolated and cold

Chained in place adjusted to the dark I

Sit and wait watching through the key hole

Watching through the key hole

I drew a line between us and marked it with death

You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left

But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands

Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land

As my memory soars through the calm air of night

Nothing to grasp but your breathe so I might

As well float to the ground and sink into the dirt

I assure you love's worse, death doesn't hurt

I drew a line between us and marked it with death

You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left

But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands

Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land

Nothing more than a worm but history finds a way

A way to meet those once powerful and strike down where they lay

Your cold and alone face down in a hole

As I crawl into your coffin and feed on your soul

Who needs death when I have you?

Who drains the color from a vibrant room?

I drew a line between us and marked it with death

You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left

But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands

Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land

I drew a line between us and marked it with death

You have nothing to gain because I have nothing left

But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands

Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land