So who's to say we can't die in our dreams.
Sometimes dark but always so bitter and bleak.
A slave to some but the minds eye sees what it wants to see.
Bitter blood and a poison tongue is all that's left of me.
How will this world pass away?
Let me fall through the cracks and in darkness slip away.
When will the dead rise from their graves?
A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth, a place to spend my last days.
Take my two hands and put them on my throat,
God give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke.
Automatic erotica, suicidal neurotic.
I hope now you see you're nothing like me.
Peel back my flesh and let you see there's nothing inside me.
Peel back my flesh and show you what empty really means.
I'll show the world how little you mean.
You don't mean a f****** thing to me. (4x)
How will this world pass away?
Let me fall through the cracks and in darkness slip away.
When will the dead rise from their graves?
A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth, a place to spend my last days.
Take my two hands and put them on my throat,
God give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke.
How will this world pass away?
Like a scar waiting for new skin,
Wounds heal.
Like a scar waiting for new skin,
I'll never be the same again.
Sometimes dark but always so bitter and bleak.
A slave to some but the minds eye sees what it wants to see.
Bitter blood and a poison tongue is all that's left of me.
How will this world pass away?
Let me fall through the cracks and in darkness slip away.
When will the dead rise from their graves?
A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth, a place to spend my last days.
Take my two hands and put them on my throat,
God give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke.
Automatic erotica, suicidal neurotic.
I hope now you see you're nothing like me.
Peel back my flesh and let you see there's nothing inside me.
Peel back my flesh and show you what empty really means.
I'll show the world how little you mean.
You don't mean a f****** thing to me. (4x)
How will this world pass away?
Let me fall through the cracks and in darkness slip away.
When will the dead rise from their graves?
A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth, a place to spend my last days.
Take my two hands and put them on my throat,
God give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke.
How will this world pass away?
Like a scar waiting for new skin,
Wounds heal.
Like a scar waiting for new skin,
I'll never be the same again.