Don't you see what I've done here
The blood on my hands, my own
Mistakes and for all our sake, I better leave now
Because there are going to be consequences I can't face
I guess we'll all hurt one day
Brace yourself, but there is a slight difference at play
You can forgive yourself of your past transgressions
While mine have become my prison
It's here that I should die, maybe I never should have tried
To escape in the first place, self hate is the worst place
That we can allow our souls to reside
Can you see it now, how it's rotting at the edges
Black through and through, worn away
That is what happens when you live in this place
You die in these ways
You fail to see the light, for almost all of your days