When I Erase Myself

There'll be no blood or crying faces
No pill glass and no swinging ropes
I'll leave no letter and no traces

There'll be no rite or ceremony
Not one obituary note
I'll leave nobody sad and lonely

When I erase myself...

Every word I've ever spoken
Everything my hands have built
And all that they have ever broken

Will be completely relocated
To other peoples history
All my relations freely traded

When I erase myself...

You might stumble on bits and pieces
But trying to connect the dots
You'll find nothing but random spots

A fragrance or a certain sound
A slight irregularity
Is all that will be left of me

When I erase myself...