Today it was a damage heart that told me to live...

I'm slowly bleeding to death
blood flowing out from my wrist until theres...

The rotting screams that line these walls
that beckon the gritty black knife...

Dark moon night
beauty surrounded by morbid untouched death...

Stage one:you feel sad and alone
stage two:all you wanna do is go home...

I see lifeless bodies on cold silver tables
i hear nothing but the sound of large tools...

They tell me to do things i don't wanna do
but i feel like my vote doesn't count...

I tell the voices in my head to go away
and yet and the same time i beg them to stay...

When it rains here
all the people are locked inside...

If i was close to my last breath
seconds away from death...