The Last Script [Track 12]

They taught me which dreams to dream Soft edges on every screen Fed me a future in silver frames Told me my name And I believed Your laugh was a perfect loop Your hands always found my face I kissed you Or something like you In a room they could erase So I’ll tear the wires I’ll cut the cord Walk out of the garden I can’t afford Trade gilded cities for rusted doors For salt and blood And splintered floors I’ll lose the comfort I thought I knew If that’s the price to touch the Truth My memories blink and shake Pixels where fingers should ache Every goodbye I ever said Auto-saved Then overlaid There’s a hum in the back of my skull A soft voice saying “Stay” But every kindness they ever gave Was just a script I couldn’t change So I’ll tear the wires I’ll cut the cord Walk out of the garden I can’t afford Trade gilded cities for rusted doors For salt and blood And splintered floors I’ll lose the comfort I thought I knew If that’s the price to touch the Truth Maybe the sky out there is empty Maybe the air tastes like ash Maybe my hands will shake from hunger And I’ll sleep in ditches of grass Maybe I’ll miss this painted heaven When winter claws through my coat (oh) But I’d rather freeze on a faithful roadside Than warm my hands on a borrowed ghost So I’ll tear the wires I’ll cut the cord Walk out of the garden I can’t afford Trade gilded cities for rusted doors For salt and blood And splintered floors I’ll lose the comfort I thought I knew If that’s the price to touch the Truth One last glow on my dying skin One last scripted “Don’t forget” Then only footsteps Gravel and wind And a road that hasn’t been rendered yet