your eyes close as my heart beat stop your figure breaks and the tears start to drop your blood stain hands will forever be imprinted on his chest what has this become and why im i not satisfied what have i become and why arent you in my arms tonight
let this go this murder you wrote, upon yourself [your fading fast]. And your failing to react to my [blood stain haaaaaaands]
what has this become and why im i not satisfied what have i become and why arent you in my arms tonight