Inject me with this false hope,
praying that I get better; hung by silken thread.
Your medicine, your acidic lies,
they become an anureism in my head.
Get high of this self-created smile,
dancing in enough rain to create a flood.
The music beats, pulsates, lives,
as the toxic love seeps into my blood.
Drip, drip, drip spouts the fluids
while you trace a heartbreak on a screen.
Rapidly it fluctuates, up and down,
moved by a cancer still unseen.
Save me, I'm screaming out to you
but you shake your heads and mouth out "no".
Let the survivors be burried by the dead,
because now you've let me go.
