Worms of the dead, they dance on their souls.
Darkness and misery left in the smoke...
I am your memory,
distorted reality...
One wrong thing you make,
I'll be angry and annoyed...
5.10.2006
He sits on his bed, slits on his wrists—a...
There's thunder overhead
the clouds are rolling in...
I know a girl,
who's got some luck...
I feel this bleeding in my mind
a nervous itch in my brain...
My Blood for your rude braul
Will end in defeat...
Just slit my wrists and cut my throat.
Don't wipe away my tears...
Red rose paint on my finger tips
And my cheeks lightly blushed...
Frozen hearts feel little pain, and the
frost on mine had once been yours. It...
So slide that cold razor down your wrist,
just another soul off my list...