will the waves of time wash away the pain in
Well, I wake up something more than what I'm supposed
I'm sorry, but red's my color now
Guess you got to
And I've begun my misery
I celebrate my death annually
And with
here is my ribbon
bleeding black
dripping ashes of the innocent
not much
recite a prayer
look up towards heaven with shame
feel those tears
take my august
take a match
give it life
hand me ashes with