Slip-knot,wrist locked, chained down to a heaping pile of lumber
contained by a one star\'s glare as i lay back and ponder
a silent night full of blood and murder
as the sea tides, i will make sure to wonder
why must we die?
why must we cry?
life\'s mysteries are far from being discovered
and i refuse the usual decaying process
i refuse to be normal
slit my throat rough but nicely
jagged but smooth
and as i throw this \"pity party\" make sure you tell the news
to publisize,critisize, and make fun of the worn
and to be aware of the wear of the torn
to scorn and force, sappy love letters
or to end his life for the world and make it better
