IRC-Galleria

Fill your lungs 'til it makes you cough,
Tell me everything's gonna be alright,
'Cause I don't think I'll make it through tonight.

My nails are tight inside my wrists,
This sacrament is sacrilege and sentimental,
Deity experimental - Faith is accidental.

Now as far as I know, I don't know anything,
Cause you made damn sure, I wasn't anything.

Hate ain't enough to describe me.
Somewhere between screaming and crying.
I'm not supposed to be here,
I'm not supposed to be.

When do I get to know why?
Bitter as the stink of when I try.
I'm not supposed to be here,
I'm not supposed to be.
Pull your hands away.

I'm gone - goodbye - it's so depressing.
Withering away.
Take a look - inside - my soul is missing.
All I have is dead, so I'll take you with me.
Feel like I'm erased - so kill me just in case.