This blood on your bedroom wall
Came from the heart of us all
Blame yourself for what we’ve done
It’s been nice being your son
My casket painted like a candy cane
To help you numb the pain
To know that I will burn in Hell
I try to help to make you feel well
My dearest Mother War, find another to take my place
To wipe my memory, to erase
Your son carries a load too heavy to bear
From your son, with the deepest care.
