Weeping Wound
GhostMold
Bloody in the bathroom
Foaming at the mouth thinking I'll give up soon
They want death to bloom
So why would I let it through?
Hopes & dreams invent pain -
Constant space between me and you
Bloody in the bathroom
Wash my face of the lies and deceit -
The hell you all put me through
So, God‚ I'm begging you
When they ask me to explain give me something to say aside from
Fuck you
Part of me would rather take their place
If I always end up feeling the same
If there's no growth there's no worth
And I won't be blamed that you toyed with a fetish like a game
Drag me to the grave
Tell me I'm the same
As sharp is the edge of my ways and the bottle that took my place
Fate
Takes
What would my grandfather
Say
Shame
Is it selfish to want to be okay?
When they don't want me to be...
Drag me to the grave
No one wants what can't be saved
Drag me to the grave
I'm fighting the way they make me
Wrong‚ sick‚ crazy
I sit in the dark again and await my friends
The end
They'll be here soon I can hear them in the distance
With clanking
And a rattle
A bag full of every shape of a bottle
"Purpose" etched on every glass
Born and bred to be mislead
We're only friends when I'm in a straight jacket
They don't want me to be free...
Drag me to the grave
No one wants what can't be saved
Drag me to the grave
I'm fighting the way they make me
Make me
This is my final attempt
To make peace in my head
Embrace every regret...
I hope they hang in there