Oh she has so many things
Her life a fantasy of kings and queens...

I'm bringing you down with me
whether you like it or not...

Listen to the love songs
So tired and slow...

Ok so this is new for me
A life so full and feeling free...

My heart drops into the oil
Incinerating itself...

This water is for our hero's
Our Saviour's with the silver swords...

Why living is breathing
And I'm drowning in the Shadow of the moon...

Slowly suffocated from the people i hold so dear
So from my suicide note i hope the end will be...

That piece of food will make her fat
Oh this isn't just obsession this is life...

I have always needed you
Like these lungs in my chest...

The razor so feeble within my palm
I clasp my hand so tightly... what no harm...

Sitting on a squeaking chair turning from the TV...
Watching everything slowly turn cold, dark and...