It's a broken and a cold home, tonight.
Those eyes are so disagreeing and
these tears fall down like acid,
burning a hole inside of me.
I'm sick. I'm sick. I'm so sick.
You can tie up all of my loose ends
but a beast is always a beast.
There will always be blood on these hands.
Time is my only friend
because she brings me closer to the end.
This world is ugly, ugly, so ugly.
Yet, not as ugly as me.