Every Day a Weeping Curse Lyrics

Another door open in my chest
Made of granite and oak.
It melts away in the sun,
Leaving just the stone.

Nowhere left to run.
My hands are full.
At the end:
I heave the last box of regret
Into the abyss.
I stand and wonder,
"Who lives for me?"
My tomb in amber,
My life below the silt.
My eyes are pure,
Should I be buried at sea or sand?

I can fight again,
All this bad blood
Turns black and blue.
An elephant
in this desert.

Through the abyss.