I've stained the sky

In a blush of thin blood

Reminiscent of my insides

Pulling teeth

Reflecting blinding light where the innocent reside

My cure could kill me

If only I could die

Scraping flesh from bleeding gums

Exhausting every empty vein

Swallowing a bitter sleep

Soaking up a curse of cold

Lost in a flood that will force me into drowning

My cure could kill me

If only I could die

My cure could kill me

If only I could die

"Doesn't matter whether it's the black of night or whether the sun is shining or it's pouring rain

Or whether it's storming or anything else

Nothing looks good

It's all blackness

It's very difficult to put into words

But there's an old saying about this place called Hell where bad people go to after they're dead, after they die

The worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness

(I'm scared to death to go home)

And I think that is the part of hell a person really tastes"