I walk the line 'till the end of the road. I never went that far... I wanna drown myself in your eyeball. The midnight-pain is on the way. It seems like this will be the day. I don't care and I don't think about it...
But hey, you faint me, you taint me, like every single day. You hate me, you fake it. I wish you'd go away...
Pain rapes me, pain hates me, like every single day. It's okay, it's okay. I cut out shapes of murdered dreams and pin them on your chest. Painting by numbers, little baby. You are my favourite number one in a line of things not to become.