Pull the rubber band! Addiction, choke the veins! Choke the veins, you friend of the gallows!
Bring me crystals refined by millions of corpses. Like satin gloves on scarlet knuckles. An ego with uncrossable threshholds.
White collar palaces hold the ghost of compassion. Like satin gloves on scarlet knuckles. An act of inevitable guilt.
I own many important digits that I constantly use to patch my soul. Like satin gloves on scarlet knuckles. I have transparent substance and I don't know if it is pure.
How will I survive this certain monotonous life?
In syringes I find the relief for this tedious society.
I'll pull the rubber band to choke the fucking veins. and chemicals shall flood to fill my hollow heart.
(The chemicals fill our hollow hearts)
The grey curtain rolls back and is by poison erased. Oh sweet serenity, colour my gaze! You froth the corners of this mouth and chalk these cheeks deceased. Like saints and innocence, bleak saints and innocence. while the hidden permeates.
The hidden permeates. My hands are drenched in blood.