Silêncio precedente e pausa final

What's it like being inside and outside yourself?
...Of comfort and tiredness.
And that's it. No signature, no time stamps, no addresses.
You've put the branches in my stomach
Took my eyes off with a spoon, oh
The ghosts of my life blew louder than the wind
Keep lying to yourself and eventually you'll move somewhere
Right?
Deep down you know there won't be nowhere else yet this purgatory
Yesterdays taste like tomorrow and everyday sucks 
Louder than ember and poison
There's nowhere else
A bottle not for sharing
A raw wallflower
Though blewing louder than before
Thy shalt experience nothing but the weep and parting