The Promised Land
Cut my wrists in half
Blood coats the floor
1460 times 50, you do the math
Leave my bloody hand print on the door
I feel so alone inside
Red stains my every hope
Scars on my arms and thighs
The knife is my only way to cope
Let the pain fall down
Blacked out by the releasing
Sooner or later I'll come around
So done with the pleasing
Every drop giving my soul
Suck in one more breath
Never again to be whole
Now I'll enter into the promised land
Death
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