Lyrics
"If there is a god he will have to pray for my forgiveness".
Existing in your space each and every day outcomes in a sickness.
They'd rather be drawn and quartered than tell me they're proud.
When the red finally fades and everything turns to grey,
Everything I do reminds me of you.
I stand alone with this knife in my chest.
I wanted to be loved, but it's not for the best.
Crumbling, screaming.
Life truly has no meaning.
My fears manifest in the depths of my head.
Jump in the ocean and my body turned to lead.
No reciprocation; alienation.
All my words fueled by frustration.
Self-mutilation for recreation.
Slowly destroyed by my own creation.