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 mind's eye sees what it wants to see
Bitter blood and poisoned 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 neurotica
I hope now you see you're nothing like me
Peel back my flesh
And 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 fucking thing to me
You don't mean a fucking thing to me
You don't mean a fucking thing to me
You don't mean a fucking thing to me
How will this world pass away?
Let me fall through 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 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?
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
