I was born with a bruise above my head, a dark cloud roaring Spitting veins like lightening, across the sky of my skin
And i've got this terrible feeling, that my heart's not beating It's counting down the minutes, and the days i have left
Even on the clearest nights, it kept me from sleeping Screaming and cursing my name again, I know there's not long left
And i've got this terrible feeling, that my heart's not beating It's counting down the minutes, and the days i have left There's nothing they can do for you There's no one who can cure the pain in your heart
Dead flowers on the bed, planted Bitter Seeds in my head Pressure in my throat, i'm damned if i do, God Damned if i don't
Your misery is mine, there's grief in every word Death is the loudest sound, I ever heard