Disenchanting the romantic
  This is the real, this is the shame
  These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity
  Coarse twine tears clean
  And I have thought about this very instance for all time
  Decades longer than you or I
  Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh
  giving its caring for me
  And I have thought about these moments for all time
  dangling from a silver lining
  these lungs welcome the crimson tide of misfortune
  Hell to pay
  This is my farewell to this city