my crimson prison,
suicide seems to be such a simple decision.
This is me I've ruined myself,
want to leave the scene that makes me want to scream,
and fuck everyone else,
because I don't need that doctors help.
You left me here to fix the mess we've made,
i'll be the one who takes all the blame,
everything must be let go,
cause your about to let me go down in a blazing flame.
This is all we've got in common,
with the notes of my pian,
played on the worlds biggest violn,
with dawnings of sirens,
thanks to the riot of sweet spiteful violence.
Can't you just leave,
when everything you stood for no-one believed,
when all everyone did was note that
the best part of to believe is a 'lie'
Now I stand alone,
I guess to you this is goodbye.