All the words in truth that the wind has blown away........
The devil in a black dress watches over...... as my guardian walks away.
DIEing just for a chance to feel alive
The pressures building but the valves are broke, I used to cherish my day of birth, now i view it as a curse, Dig my grave and rent the hurse, as i look to the bullets to be my guide, in this razors edge should i confined to slash my veins and bleed them dry!