numb but no longer bruised
tired of gentle strokes
sick to the stomach of touching thoughts
richer of time but my minds broke
ironic to have nothing to lose
when there's no wars to be fought
no longer a fine china display
rest in peace to my words, here they lay

Show your demons love,
But never give them a name.
What's your name again?

"What is it like?"
Death asked pain,
"Making people go insane,
Giving release from open veins,
Taking soul in return for fame?"

"What is it like?"
Pain asked death,
"Ending their last breath,
Even when they're giving their best,
Taking everything that's left?"

Death said to pain,
"Maybe we are one of the same?'
But pain replied,
"Though only one of us dies,
And the other is life."

Press your mind into my spine
Kiss the bones you made your own
Let me drown in your  drunken frown
and break the ice in your eyes