Here is your home, and all of your friends   Your dreams, your whole life   Stretched to its end   To never be sullen, never be sad   Powder of rust in the palm of your hand      I'm bringing up the past   To put it all to rest   Spirits taking off through the holes in my chest   A statue of sirens sinks at high tide   Singing all admissions for me now      And all this because   I lost my mind when it mattered the most   And all this becomes   A weight in your heart that you carry alone      Everybody's taken on a mission of faith   Crumbling earth that you carry away   Messages relayed between the heart and the brain   Quietly, all leaving from me now      And all this because   I lost my mind when it mattered the most   And all this becomes   A weight in your chest that you carry alone      And all this becomes   The end of a war that I battled alone