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Crimson tears fall from my eyes
While the fresh blade falls freely across my skin
These kisses I receive from my razor confirm comfort
The comfort only I can be sure of
Pain, I feel none but numbness
Hurt, I have no consciousness to be sure
Emptiness, I am but all alone in this existence
Regret, I never will for what I can do
Light headed but weary from ecstasy's pill
It's the only time I'm true to myself
True to strangers that take advantage of you
True to the voices that haunt your soul
Wicked images consume your mind
And play with emotions that are too twisted
Your fear of death but love for pain
Leaves you confused and broken
Suicide was your best friend who explained when and how but never why
Suicide was your birth right, your leader
The storm is coming in, the tides about to break
You start to feel sorry for everyone who cherishes what you've begun to hate
Pathetic
A sad excuse for a maker who enjoys you so
Your another forgotten toy with a name unknown
My future life is fading away
Fast and steady but I begin to let go
A sudden brush of courage and I take that deep breathe
The one you know will be your last
Pretty soon it'll be too late for I already let up
I'm finally free of thinking but I've lost this game
I'm still running within
My forgotten suicide
Look Around Funny Man
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Im Building An Army
IM still building:
J00 Is A IdIoT
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