Take my hands and pry them apart
And drive the nails straight through my palms
This is the day I return to the earth
Baptize my bones in soil
At least Judas got his 30 pieces of silver (I'm a spectre)
I can't cease these fucking thoughts
I'll push this gun just make them stop
I'm withering away like the ash from the smoke I suffocate
Taut rope pulled in downward spiral
Forcing me towards the gates
Every day I wake I face this cycle of addiction
So I fuck the voids away while I continue this stagnation
Lowered down into a grave I've made from this coition
Coerced by feathers fixed upon the wings of bitter trenches
Clamour at the fire at my feet
I'd rather drink myself to fucking sleep
The angels up above my head will look down in disgust
As I put out cigarettes on my skin while praying to be hurt
Maybe then I'd finally mean something to someone
But I know that there's nothing about me that anyone could love
Born to fail
Take my hands and wrench them apart
And drive your nails right through my palms
This is for everything I'll never see
Seal my eyes as I fucking leave
I don't need anyone but me
I feel fine
I guess I'm alright
I guess I'll just die
What makes it so much stronger than me?
I guess I'll always be weak