forever praying for the morning i don't wake up
or do and see your face smiling back at me
how has this happened, how has another day come to replace the last
does it hurt anyone else to wake up feeling this dead
medical experiments for medicines and surgeries
and needles filled with effigies, for eulogies and elegies i pray for the
comming rain, bow my head and hope i become whole again.
misery's measured in each c.c. and i can only dream to be, (normal is as normal does,)
and i fuckin' hate what i've become.
but i'll complain until i'm gone
can't hold a hand, i want a gun
to finish what fate's begun
i believe death is destiny
the in between is just sad to me
beauty is, what beauty see's
the track lines are all i'll be
depression consuming, the ending is so soothing
the blood and the horror, the beauty only i can see
i'll wrap my veins around you soon
in hopes that you can not move
and feel my pulse just so you know that i'm still alive
the hole in my spine stings all the time and my stomache
hurts with the pain of losing touch
from reality that maybe this is the end
and if it is then i'll quietly grin,
at last, at long last...
this is my chance to hurt you.
and i fuckin' hate what you made me.
but i'll complain until i'm gone
can't hold a hand, i want a gun
to finish what the you've begun
i believe death is destiny
the in between is sad to me
beauty is what beauty see's
the track lines are all i'll be
the equivalent of a thousand paper cuts
on the bridge of my nose
murder in the answer, watch the sting grow