In a world that screws us all its only right that some of mine would loosen..
Preaching from the top of a chair reaching for my noose and..
Here I find serenity, death has always tempted me..
Ill give you whatevers left of me..
Not what I pretend to be..
If I succeed I guess there's no regretting see..
I get to escape,leave it all behind..
Keep me in your heart, you were always on my mind..
Keep me sacred and hold me close..
That's me you feel when the warm wind blows..
See my face in the smoke, billowing from ashes..
Only few live the life. but deaths promised to the masses.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
In a world that screws us all its only right that some of mine would loosen..
Preaching from the top of a chair reaching for my noose and..
Here I find serenity, death has always tempted me..
Ill give you whatevers left of me..
Not what I pretend to be..
If I succeed I guess there's no regretting see..
I get to escape,leave it all behind..
Keep me in your heart, you were always on my mind..
Keep me sacred and hold me close..
That's me you feel when the warm wind blows..
See my face in the smoke, billowing from ashes..
Only few live the life. but deaths promised to the masses.