| Sane closed my head shut now that I am painted black
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| Everything I am is gone, like you pushed me
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| I burned my hand, closed now, I close my soul from behind,
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| Now every time I wonder if my sodomyЂ™s gone
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| Repent my undercut (repent my lies)
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| Sewn shut nailed to myself (sewn shut my eyes)
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| Crushed ever deeper, I am dead thereЂ™s no belief
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| Time to try more to care, nothing more, I care now
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| Everything is done, undone to keep myself a whole,
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| Try believe myself, believing everything I want
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| Repent my undercut (repent my lies)
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| Sewn shut nailed to myself (sewn shut my eyes)
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| Time to give myself peace, everything brought on leave
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| I try my hardest and thereЂ™s too much now, every time thereЂ™s no trust
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| All is gone, this part of you, my friend,
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| Send my friend now is gone but youЂ™ll see
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| Stained black neck and bloody hands, oh I am, damned I am
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| ThereЂ™s a dead whore at my feet, thereЂ™s nothing
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| Give me my head — nothing more, I am dead
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| See my fate, my soul, my element is whole
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| Everyone done, no belief, sadness and an open dream
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| Unsure these books all read, death is fed through absent grief
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| All these pages and no one sees five years and a smoking gun
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| Now my blood it thickens and it all stops now |