X marks the spot
a synchronized plot
to slit a vein before i need the aid of a cane
please come to me fire
burn me down to the wire
I've stopped the flow
that's why my blood never shows
A gun shot plays through my head
it seems fun to be left for dead
why can no one promise this?
people think its selfish
the creation of life was a mistake
I laugh when death makes others quake
I've been rubbed to the bone
the blade is being shone
whoever thought they knew me
just always threw lies to me
Your ignorance was blinding
I seem to be finding your fear
when a crimson blade draws near
