In wrath-like return   Of these crimson tides   A blood soaked shore above   A sea of my demise   It feels like swallowing purple    When fire and bitter combine   Shadowed by this cool matte   I'm drowning every night      Your the last face I see,   before I start the day.   Before I fall asleep,   but I can hold you in my dreams....      I even try to live sometimes   But catching glimpses of you   Your picture on my dresser    So painful and complete   I see her with who she needs    It feels like swallowing barbs    Expanding in my stomache   Exploding when she smiles      Your the last face I see,   before I start the day.   Before I fall asleep,   but I can hold you in my dreams....      I hate us all most as much as I love you.