I haven't slept in days.
It's like something...
is missing.
My mind is just a haze,
It's like something...
is forgotten.
Maybe it's just a phase,
It's like something...
is changing.
My morals in a craze,
It's like something...
is wrong.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
What is wrong with me?

Just before glass breaks,
Does it know it's death is near?
Is it fear or bliss?

Good never came down to say he exists,
He expects me to find him in miles of mists.
                                              Evil has never whispered in my ear,
                                              If he did, it was always too quiet to hear.
    Both speak in silence, even if you pray,
                                              But the silence expects you to live to obey.
                    What you call a tragedy, I call a song.
                    Nobody told me what's right and what's wrong.

How much time did I spend?
Sitting on the bed. Throwing darts. Reading books.
or rather, how much time did I waste?
And more importantly, how much do I have left?

I have been dying,
Right from the very first day.
I am finished now.

I sat on the bed, hunched.
If a gargoyle isn't being looked at, does it move?
Silent, hideous celebration of the dark.
All this is well and good.
But statues are made of stone.

Same ****, different day.
The wheel never stops turning.
So I set the bomb...