Lived to Die

Graffiti stained soul and poisoned arteries,
Lying like everything's ok.
Stretched under the night sky, charcoal skin
Awaiting a new day.

And I miss being alive,
(the brown flowers foretold death)
Some are just made to die...

And this bleeding hole can't be filled,
The hope perished young.
And as I step off this cliff
May my damage be undone.

And these weary hands and broken heart,
Twisted insides, cut throat drips tears.
Your satanic love;
Has driven me through these years.

And I miss being alive,
(the brown flowers foretold death)
Some are just made to die...

The hope perished young,
And as I step off this cliff
May my life be undone.