The third and final unpublished unfinished thing from 9/10/05.

It's for in the morning,
and I wait for my warning.
And these dreams left a note on my pillow, "goodbye".

And I twist and surrender,
as I see through forever.
And the wither and shiver turns my heart into lies.

I break you, you bury me,
we all pretend to be free.
But we never remember and the end can't disever.

My will from your pity,
My body from this city.
And my soul from your soul in a final surrender.