You've asked me so many times before,
Do you know emo...

Through the forest of trees,
That sway in the wind...

Rage perching on death itself,
In the form of a dragon...

Rancid,
Corpse...

Watching the sulking sun,
Looking back, slowly sipping rum...

So much blood,
It reminded me of a flood...

Day by day,
Its fate at play...

Awake to the morning sun,
The star of fear rises...

Don’t worry this time,
Ill be dead before you get home...

The sound of fate,
Finding true love...

Megalomaniacal ego,
Plurge my soul...

I hope one day you realize,
Your the mother of a weapon...