My Bleeding heart

Pour that gas on my bleeding heart,
Strike the matches flame,
Set it on my dieing heart,
Watch me waste away.

My mind bleeds black just like my heart,
My Limbs are numb from pain,
My words are hanging in the air,
While my blood begins to rain.

Tie me to the bell tower,
Lock me up in chains,
Set the music to my death,
Listen to my pain,

Rip my beating heart from my chest,
And hold it in your hand,
Watch me die a painful death,
While your actions fill your plans.

Pour that gas on my bleeding heart!
Strike the matches flame!
Set it on my dieing heart!
Watch me waste away!