I'm tired of your stories,
my darling, my friend,
I want you to hold me
you want me to fail
simple excuses
put nails in my hands

Joy from hurting
you selflessly share
you send all those pictures
to your most twisted friends
even if I wanted to
I know I can't escape

I hear you screaming
the voices in my head
clawing your own way
to heaven, to hell
you say its over
when it never began?

The curse of the flesh
can be lifted in death
but I sold my soul
there is nowhere to go
the darkness of days
my life is a maze

I lost my way
I fail if I can
I feel so cold now
I want you to hold me now
just hold me now..
this is the end.