Eyes are red
feeling dead in
the end only dread
cant wake up from
this dream might as
well become a fiend never
the less  always the more
death is knocking at your door
what a curse to be thirteen drugs
and sex fill the dream tongue pierce
and belly ring. Hold my hand dont let go
take you to a place thats always cold its your
hear no beat  it stays there dead but your still alive
bearly living what a merical blue as the ocean cold as ice
cant be a heart just a chunk of ice