Revel At My Loss
Revel at my loss,
Laugh at my torture,
Find pleasure out of my misery,
Happiness out of my sorrow, my pain.
Because if I could live, I would die.
And then do it all over again.
They say..."what does kill you...makes you stronger.",
But where's the strength if you're senile and already dead?
It's just so refreshing to burn in hell where I belong.
A life of suffering, a place of punishment.
The frayed ends of sanity are approaching, I feel it all being flat lined.
I've already failed.
Already followed the footsteps of those before me.
Followed the prophecy of your deity, scathed until eternity.
Already cruified by your piercing nail.
So, revel in my loss, it's the only way.
You wipe the tears away from your eyes,
And I'll wipe the spit from my face.