Skip the bread and wine
Give me smack and a needle
Put on some Neil, Tori, Morrison,
Or anything by the Beatles
Cause I want to die trying something new
While hearing something familiar
My soul's already black and blue
And I've lost all rights familial
If you must make me suffer
I'll take the pain
No fight or flight reflex
Just a hard falling rain
But please don't harm those I love
They never beared witness
They only are my blood
And I know they regret my kinship
Maybe the memories will surface
Once I'm in proximity to you
I know the world is divided in my fate
In colors red and blue
I just hope the heroes death
Is not a myth or a hoax
Run by merchants, Zion or media
That applauded your being a ghost
Cause around my neck is a chain
Of an unborn baby name
And in my room is a picture frame
Of a soul that seemed to hunger for pain
Cause suffering is aligned with joy
There's a scale of balance in your head
On one end there's a heart of agony
The other waits opened-armed by your bed