time I saw a body bend that way I realized that we're more beautiful dead than alive Then, with bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped away And
to make you famous. And I never got to know you and I never knew your name. Yeah, life's not fair... but you know it has a strange way of working out
part of me tonight and left the frozen air to finish the job. so now i realize the cowardice you kept behind your bloodshot eyes and awkward frame was calling the shots...and
at dying as more bullets kiss, and more blades cushion our akward movements. so don't look at me when we all run out of room for caring, and bury hope
how this concrete tastes and tell me for the last time that you're sorry so i can laugh out loud as i watch you struggle; broken, bloody and barely breathing
ive suffered through Today has been cluttered with.. broken teeth and filthy stitches and a conscience that won't shut up I understand that your worst is beating the hell out