my wrists bleed suicide red
my throat swallows stainless steel
these drugs are finally sedating
and the girl who once owned this bleeding heart
is now half way around the world...
better off without me
tonight, i don't think i'm gonna make it
no...tonight i don't think i'm gonna make it
because Mary is gone
Jesus us dead
and God called in sick today...
my face burns and i've been sitting here for the last hour
trying to remove the skin from underneath my fingernails
my head throbes and i can see the trail of blood on my wall
left from today's daily beating
my eyes are sore and swollen shut
but i know for a fact that i am here...
all by myself
i'm going to die alone tonight
yes...i have this feeling that i'm going to die alone tonight
because Mary is somewhere out there
Jesus is in heaven
and God called in sick today
God...if you can hear me
please give me the strength to pull this trigger
i wasn't much fun to be with anyway
just let it all end here
with a match to burn in my name
and may we never speak it again
after i bite the bullet...
BAM! (sound of gun going off)
...i guess God didn't call in sick today..
