Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 7/10 [2 votes]Album: From My Cold Dead Hands / Original Release Date: 2004Genre: AlternativeSong Duration: 3 min 09 sec
Stuck in this skin, self medicated misery, in misery. Pick up the pieces of my life (pieces of my heart) I hope you cut fingers, fingers when you try. I hold this burning match to throw it all away. And set it all aflame. Isolation, you said “it didn’t matter.” (its not my fault it’s you) So who’s to blame? Perhaps its conscience, it has no face it has no name. Don’t try to pass this off like it was an accident. I know just what I’m doing. I bid you all goodbye now. And we’re dying tonight (hang these heads from the rafters) Kick the chair away because we’re (falling down) If you look to the future (you will see my past) Maybe a lesson learned is a life served. Every time you open up your eyes you will see me staring back at you. Every time you close your eyes you…Pray for me. I stare death right in the face and I’m ready to die.