I killed myself today    In hopes that it would null   the pain in which no drug   could my sanity fufill      Lost souls and lost names   depression of my life   the voices in my head   Inner grief and outer strife      CHORUS:   Come to my bedside   With hood, hour glass and blade   The sands have all spilt out   from the crack my life has made      Ol' Scratch is on my pillow   whispering in my bloody ear   The good God is in my mind   adding to my pain and my fear      I've pissed my life away   For all I could not get   Composed of broken hopes    All my dreams turned to shit      How can you escape   From the pain in which your born   Your heart begins to fade   it's strings ripped and torn.      -CHORUS-      My heart stops; I rot   the muscle pulls from the bone   I have time only to write this,   my epitaph   upon my abandoner's stone