The shadows follow me
Everywhere
Never leave the lines
On this face I wear
And paranoia
Creeps up on me
Like the end of my life
Who gives me so many things
That I can die for
Closer to the end
But when I go to pieces
It might make it easier
To lie for
In black and red
I wanna live a life of suicides
I wanna be the type with crying eye
I'll never have blood on my hands
The razors edge man
Never looked bad
Such a straight edge man
My hands only reach
For the things that are sharp
And my mind
Only thinks
That are easy to do
To forget forever
Because from the middle
It doesn't look
Like such a long way down
I wanna live a life of suicides
I wanna be the type with crying eyes
I'll never have blood on my hands
I've always liked
The colour red
Because it looks good on my arms
At night it looks
Just like a black leech
s**ing my energy with a slow syringe
But I'm no hero and I'm no god
So it makes it hard to be this human
All my thinking
Gets the same
With this same difference
But man it's odd