I call you on the phone
Begging to end my life...

My hairs out of luck
I see through the strands...

Like talking to a dark shadow in a dream
Distant, wise, dark...

I look back on us
I see the possibility...

Wrapped in your arms
I can finally sleep...

Kill them all slowly
There's no reason left to care...

Smoking gun of smoking cost
Smoking gun of lost trust...

I see this through a fogged up mirror
The blurred image wasn't ever originally clear...

Loose the truths I now carry
The responsibility is making me weary...

Unfit, to fit
To stand out - In place...

If I died for you
Would you spit on my corpse...

We were strangers when we started
And as strangers we shall end...