there's a lake in the caverns of my heart where the stagnant blood starts rising to the top. there's a silent damage rolling off your tongue, and it burns my guts while the lake starts to run. picture Armageddon as a child and give it a name. look into the dingy reflection of the way things used to be, 'cause there's a drowning scream where a voice used to call my name. there's a reservoir named after you and I'm looking down on it from a jumping point. there's a log cabin feeling that I get from you, it was born on the foreign island where we used to live. you've got a song that puts you in a sleeping state â€" sing it to the world for its final birthday. it's a call to a response that isn't there.