Arrows in the back Shot like bullets Hit Miss Scrap Hit Blood runs red Out of a torn away back Drip Blood runs red In my head Hit Miss Scrap Hit Down Get up Lifes not done With you yet
It seems like a thing of the past A dream far gone Eyes closed with nothing to come Smell of vanilla floats Eyes still closed But the dream wont come Restless turns Eyes open Vanilla gone Now there's red But no rest
I'm on my knees Begging god The one I made Take it all from me My heart My head They hurts so bad Face bright red As I hold the gun To my head And then It all Stops