Oh What tragedy waits me When I rise from these sheets I’d kill to waken nevermore And eternally sleep
Pray Pray, pray for the kiss of death The rain flows from me I have awakened now And I realize I’m prisoner to my Pain, prey to the will of my black soul Self-destructive and I don’t care It doesn’t really matter I never planned to get this far, so
Pray for me I’m still in hell, no matter fucking what so Pray for yourself I’ll keep preying on myself until I end up in the dirt so
Fuck your fake air of compassion I don’t need it, I need help so Kick the chair from my feet once I’ve put the belt around my neck I’m sick of all day dreaming ‘bout it Talking ‘bout it, I just want to Be gone from this world and be away from all you fucking scum
My existence is an abscessed, throbbing cyst On the lives of everyone I love
I am the lance I will rid you of this pest forevermore
These are the ramblings of a madman Soon to be deceased
Cursed be the life of the mortal man I defy my creation, my existence is pain
Pray for my lost soul Prey to my sorrow
Cursed be the life of the mortal man I defy my creation Existence is pain
Pray for me I’m still in hell, no matter fucking what so Pray for yourself I’ll keep preying on myself until I end up in the dirt
Fuck your fake air of compassion I don’t need it, I need help so Kick the chair from my feet once I’ve put the belt around my neck I’m sick of all day dreaming ‘bout it Talking ‘bout it, I just want to Be gone from this world and be away from all you fucking Scum
Pray for me, I’m still dead
Pray for me, waste your precious fucking time Mourning the life of a soul long lost in hell
Life is not a gift but a burden bestowed on those cursed With the sin of being bornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
