NO [mail at the door]

[intro]
A Lonely Heart 
Is the loudest thing in this house
I’m good at it 
The fast
People and the sun
I know they’re there 
But I’m the reason they don’t come
Spitting and living 
The same covered In tape trying to fix
With my name etched in the stone
In this graveyard alone

Phone with no calls 
Texts, or love letters 
I know there’s better 
Do I 
Or why 
Would I 
Even need that 
Do I want it 
No 

Yea 

No

[scream]
NO 
NO

NOOOOOOOO



[verse1]
Dead silent 
No sound
Can’t be found
Lost treasure 
No map
Missing direction 
With no help

I’m taking a trip
From this 
So listen to me 
I’m leaving the key 
Under the mat 
Take it you can keep it 
I don’t want it anyway 
I’m tired and falling apart 
Looking for a new start 

But then I remember 
Who, and how I am
I’m permanent 
Stuck not moving
Always the same 
The routine never changing 
 
[pre chorus]
So just 
Leave the mail at the door 
I’ll get it tomorrow 
I’m busy sitting here 
Peering from bloodshot eyes 
Heavy face, and a fading smile 

Darkness where they lurk
Letting me know it’s safe 
Trapped in my lie 
Built in my life 
Moon cast 
Rivers flow 
Raft flipped 
Bags, cloths, and bodies float 
Is it enough ooooooh
Is it called self love 
Or detonation when I realize too late 

No 

Yea 

No

[scream]
NO 
NO

NOOOOOOOO
[electric piano/guitar breakdown]


Ooooooooh

No no no 



[verse2]
One chair one table 
Only used to take up space 
Creates shadows 
To cover up my tragedies 
What I show is what you see 
But when you leave 
Only the walls and mirrors see
The real me 

Popped lids on bottles 
Cabinets opened 
Sink running 
Shower dripping 
House with everything 
But the living 
Where the dead call
Portal doors covered in vines 
Blood, glass, and dead skin 
On these shaky hands of mine

[chorus]
So just 
Leave the mail at the door 
I’ll get it tomorrow 
I’m busy sitting here 
Peering from bloodshot eyes 
Heavy face, and a fading smile 


[outro]
Oh 
So are you going to let me down
Or keep me standing here like a clown 

You know this is a choice 
So go ahead and flip the coin 

Call it annoying 
I call it standing with meaning 
Yea 

So are you going to let me down
Or keep me standing here like a clown 

You know this is a choice 
So go ahead and flip the coin 

Call it annoying 
I call it standing with meaning 
Yea 

Dressed in smoke 
DNA made of fire 
Being around such a lier 
So yea sell my soul 
There’s a buyer 
That’ll find it 
And fly higher 
Yea 

Phone with no calls 
Texts, or love letters 
I know there’s better 
Do I 
Or why 
Would I 
Even need that 
Do I want it 
No 

Yea 

No

Cinematic metal fusion,progressive,Vulnerable yet aggressive,conflict,reverb,layered male screams, angelic vocal,heavy