I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight. C'mon!
Tonight I drank myself into a f*cking coma.
F*ck this shit world. Each day I am growing colder.
Tonight intended to be, the end of everything "me".
My blood is burning through my veins, f*cking urgently.
I'm decomposing and I'm not even dead.
My body's breaking down until it is shed.
My chest, a coffin closed where you used to be.
Time heals nothing. Trust is so f*cked. You're dead to me.
Trust is so f*cked.
Believing is just another word for self defeat.
Nothing you give will ever mean a f*cking thing.
Disappointment is certain, and so I fall to my knees.
I've handed down my life with every breath I breathe.
I'm decomposing and I'm not even dead.
My body's breaking down until it is shed.
My chest, a coffin closed where you used to be.
Time heals nothing. Trust is so f*cked. You're dead to me.
I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight. C'mon!
Night after f*cking night, knife at my throat.
Endless f*cking tears for you, I've lost all hope.