I’m the poster child for death Your number one for a bad time You really didn’t think that the slit wrists were a bad sign? I’m sure I’m a nuisance A recluse with a noose You’d think by the 3rd song the rope wouldn’t be so loose
Till death do us part
So what? Now I’m just a waste of an investment? Incessantly oppressed and always obsessed with doing the wrong thing? Just me, myself, and I A head full of broken pistons So it makes sense why All my friends have gone missing
Well okay, forget about me Been living, barely living Far from what I need
I guess I’m a misfit I guess I don’t get it So I’ll take a bath in blood and sickly depression Well okay, forget about me Been living, barely living I can hardly breathe
So carve your name into my bones Because I don’t want to be alone Bludgeon me with sticks and stones As long as I wont be alone
Constantly thinking about death is killing me My friend, my dearest friend So till death do us part Till death do us part