When madness comes and we all fall, who will hear our fatal call?

I don't care! it's not a mistake! i am the mistake! I wasn't supposed to become what I've done! and your no superhero to save me! the sickness is a mental desease thats eating my mind

Just think:
Everyone wants to go to heaven and yet no one wants to die

My heart is cold, my life is black, look out world jokers back.

For though of you who travel the path of life, only death awaits you.

A stab through the heart would have been sweeter, but you have cut me deeper then any dagger would.

What boundaries are there be in this world and how can we work up the nerve to find them?

I've written all my death letters a long time ago

In the death of my uncle does my soul truly wither and die...

When you bite into an apple I hope it will taste as bitter as your soul