Triple manic state of mind.
Schizophrenic dreams.
The morphine doesn't dull the pain...
Doesn't dull the screams.
Violated from within...
A fucked up form of perfection.
Scars to hide, time to die.
A violent form of rejection.
I'll take your sin...
And use it as my own.
But its the pain that I'll deal with,
Something that you have never known.
Fallen from grace...
You'll use me as yours.
Never wanted, always forgotten.
You'll use me like before.
This triple manic state of mind
Has become a permentant reality.
Just waiting for it to end...
To end with your fatality.
And I'll stand over your grave.
Headstone oh so faded.
You, the one I couldn't save.
Too completely jaded.
Couldn't save you from myself.
Even if I tried.
And even if I wanted to
You still would have died.
