slowly the hands of the clock Swing Around
any Minute Now it'll try to Bring me Down Into Doubt
and I'm Fin to Drown cuz I'm in Over my Head
I better say this before I get any Closer to Death
I'm Goin through Stress and it Stabs at Me
as it Slashes Deep in a heart full of Tradgedy
it's so Bad that He is Sad to See the Dagger Leave
my lungs have no Capacity for air and I Have to Breathe
so I guess I'll just Sit and Wait to Aspsphyiate
It's too late, I'm off to a much Different Place
Stick the Blade into me and let me Slip Away
tease with the sharpest pain as you Twist and Scrape
maybe then I'll Start to Change Discard my Brain
into the Garbage, Claim that you Starved for Fame
then procede to Carve my Name til the Scar Remains
on this Retarded Game, the road to hell is Dark is Strange (where Are these Flames?)