Death is what taunts me
everywhere i go it haunts me
it lingers on my finger tips
when i hold that gun in my mouth
it rests upon my lips
its the blade`s harsh kiss
that teases my delicate wrists
death waits for me to jump
waits for me to let go of it all
go head first into the water
drown seconds after i fall
death is what taunts me
everywhere i go it haunts me...
