Composing - Boys Night Out

It’s all about the song in my head

The one where the audience is all dead

These days they’re 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 been living incessantly

So come sing with me

Through these poison pills and chemicals

I know that you’ll lose something beautiful

And brilliant, release will be instant

I’m sorry its 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’re having strychnine and sirloin

Port wine and paint thinner

You’ll convulse through the chorus

It’s the song of a sinner

As I slowly clear the table

I know that this won’t be the last time

(It won’t be the last time)

We wrote this song

And the world will sing it

To me it’s everything, to me it’s everything, to me it’s

On every corpse I see, her face, my love, my heart

I hear her laughter and she’s still alive

(It's like she’s still alive)

It’s in her body I’m holding

As we make love

My heart breaks everytime I dismember the flesh

Hide the evidence and start again because

It’s all about the song in my head

The one where the audience is all dead

(with your last breath — only through death, our voices will join together)