Suicide Is The Slowest Cure.

He keeps it inside,
He's dying in silence,
Thick like the black in your bed.
Lying there and pretend to be scared,
Curled like the anger inside.
And home alone, no-one to fight for,
He lashes out on himself.
The blood on his wrist,
Tinted red like the lipstick smear on your lips.

And he keeps his heart in his hand.
Curled round the trigger,
In the sunset the souls of 1000.
It won't save her, she's dead like the bird at the door.
Fell from the sky, bullet in eye.

Gun gripped tighter, he searched for the voice.
Deep in the clearing he sees her, hidden by night.
Heaven & Hell are touched tonight.
Lost in the fire, his heart brims with desire, just to see her again.
She's lost in the car crash, no spare for a seat belt.

Tears fell from the broken, tears fell from the damned.
Tears fell from the serpent of lies.
Bravery held, one last time in the pills in the cabinet.
They'll be together again.