This is What you Need.

Blood drips from the corners for the room.
As these walls scream imperfections.
Through torn flesh an broken bones.
Then you'll ask what I have done.
If guilty lips arn't so innocent...
I'll take this to the gave.

A bullet to the head,
This is what you need.

Tear those wings wings right of your back.
Innocence is what you lack.
And when the trail leads back to me,
Apologies are all the same,
and this is how we'll play my game.

A bullet to the head,
This is what you need.

Show me a new way to bleed.
A bullet to the head,
This what you need.