Staring out my window at this world so dark and cold

No one cares for this poor boy

Survival instincts save this poor boy

Now the game of fun begins

Time to die, who will be the last one standing?

This poor boy

He will be the last one standing on your grave

He will be the cause of your crash landing, your face in flames

Put you to shame

Proclaim you're innocent to the poor boy that you've maimed

You're last and only feeling of control

Reach gets pulled

The snake's venom slowly enters your veins, you'll let [it] take control

Of your lungs thanks to your own indecision

The poor boy laughs at your pain, no remorse for the ones he put to shame

Now die! Now die! Now die!

He will be the last one standing on your grave

He will be the cause of your crash landing, your face in flames

Put you to shame

(You're) you're to blame

Walking down these darkened halls

Seeing the poor boy staring back through the broken glass

I'm trying to fade into the black

Black, black

Who's to blame for the wounds we made?

Whose blood will spill on our graves?

Whose choice was it to walk away?

Whose name will be left forever engraved?

Run for the hills, run for your life

You cannot escape the poor boy, the one who left you dead and gone

I'm awaiting death always, tossing turning in your casket

Walking alone in the woods with the blood trail you have left behind