Beneath Lazarus

When the sea is lost to fall, and all of it
Withered in stark winter when night hits
I come round the freezing world to change
And I melt the stars at shooting range

Then I keep the forever run
Irony is never quite as fun
For if I was given a box full of hope
I would crawl inside, alongside my rope

The fear engulfed the bravery I shred
Fallen so pure, my modesty is all I bled
The strings of Orpheus move for my distress
He looks back at a reflection of himself

Honey, all my dreamings are linings
Linings of the end when I start to blink
If the vulture took pity when I start to sink
Remember to fill only as much as you drink