I want to live before I die,
so that I dont have to sleep on one more frozen floor.
I have to check my pulse before I've gone too far away to hurt,
Why did you say all of those words to me?
Unraveling my fantasy while I drank my apathy.

I want to understand how I could be so confused
after being used, I take a walk through my own sea of spite.
A full color of guilt in last years nest, foundations to burn so lay me down
to rest.
Make me a martyr swathed in battle red. A body of a child and a soul thats
seen too many years.
Through the painted windows lies an dress colored innocent. Across five
years, witness...
Abomonations of those Virtuous....So when the rhetoric dies I sit and wait
for the punchline.

I love the way my halo looks around your neck
while I twirl my pitchfork in my hands. I pick my clothes up off the floor,
And now i'm done with you.
Top of the mornin' to you. You're my favorite damn disease.
It wasnt that hard to figure you out, pick your ass up off my floor,
dying on principle...that was my last unspoken request.

I like your pants around your feet, wipe that dirt off your cheek.
You're lucky..a voice in my head saying "dont be so blind..."
Red is a damn beautiful color to behold when painting the town.
I feel a dream in me expire, there's no one left to blame now.
I'm finally prepared now. I'm finally aware now, I'm not scared now, I'm
going to be fine now...
So here's a handful of redemption...
Take it or leave it.


 
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