A look in the shotgun mirror   reflecting the bullet wounds   A cough syrup overdose   just to hang your love from a bridge      Give us a faithful knife   Wrapped tight and laced with novacain   Just to keep us comatose   Let the pain bleed from our nails      Sin, sin, the reasons that we live   Paint the sky with bloodshot eyes   Sin, sin, the reasons that we live   There's more than screaming at the sky      Suicide is not a spectator sport   I am your favorite pill