As the old cliché goes, that worn out saying "That which doesn't kill you..." Most surely cripple, main What goes through the mind of such lively numb? You better hold on tight son; the worst is yet to come
Pray for Jesus to love you thou your soul he sold Call suicide hot line and get the "please hold..." But don't discriminate, hate all equally, alone Smile is only skin deep but loathing goes right to the bone
It's an eye for an eye
Maybe life is not for everyone... As they watch you crumble, come undone They won't mourn, they won't my son Just lower you down and forget
If it was the though that counts you'd be down to your last straw Dream to pass the time until the reaper's at the door
