The Funeral Portrait - A River In Egypt

Fleeing from the scene
It seems to me it's all a dream
And I can hear the ghosts are learning to speak
All the while I speak in silence sleeping in the room beneath the stairs, alone
I confess to loneliness
My veins run cold in the dark on my own
The weight of those who I have wronged
Pulsing, crushing, I am no contortionist
Blame all my mistakes on the black ink that's in my veins

I am not to blame for this tragedy
If it's any consolation, I regret what I have done
Now the isolation is killing me
I grew heartless in the end but it was hopeless from the start

Letting go of everything did more than you ever could
I wrote down all my fears for all those years
Now I've lost all control
(Blame all my mistakes on the black ink that's in my...)

I am not to blame for this tragedy
If it's any consolation, I regret what I have done
Now the isolation is killing me
I grew heartless in the end but it was hopeless from the start

Now I've lost all control
(I'd never hurt a fly)
Blame all my mistakes on the black ink that's in my veins
Blame all my mistakes on the black ink that's in my...
And I confess I should have known that this would haunt me
It was hopeless from the start

Tragedy...

If it's any consolation I regret...

I am not to blame for this tragedy
If it's any consolation I regret what I have done
Now the isolation is killing me
I grew heartless in the end but it was hopeless from the start, the start
Hopeless from the start...

Now I've lost all control