"These are the places where I can feel.
Torn from my body my flesh it peels."
A stray bullet
said "cool it" and grazed my face-
Death's kisses were misses- now my disgrace.
I've got no conviction to my flesh and
My freedom is fiction- it dictates my brood.
I'm clawing and tearing at my own skin.
I'm drowning in blood
and living in sin.
The cold steel blade that smoothly slides down.
Callous and apathetic- that's my sound.
know so don't ask why I'm doing this-
Still lost in fallacy's hypnotic mist.
My pantera makes three small holes in my
Two swords or two daggers to tear me apart.
I feel my blood flowing so slowly inside.
My soul feels so empty
it just wants to hide.
Thin acrid rain it will pulse in my veins.
Take my pain with a 4-5 through my brain.
my skin layer by layer and cry.
Turn my cold aqua blue eyes to the sky.
Curse to that bitch who sits on his high throne.
that cold fucker who left me alone.
Pray to some god who is yet to be seen.
Pray for forgiveness? Now that's just obscene.
Spent my life dodgin the bullets for you-
Fighting and killing and spilling blood just for you.
Spent my life
ducking stray bullets and now,
I see the gun's been in your hand- can't ask how.
A special betrayal one shot before
You squeeze it so gently - you steal my last breath.
It's been in your hands all along, see my friend.
fought for my enemy and brought my own end.