Withered Nights

supervison, I dont need
from these wrists, I might bleed
put a gun straight to my head
and lay me down in this bed

from these walls, I might tell you
Bitch no im not dead
its all a figment of your imagination
all of this is in your head

Revenge is the plot, and ive been planning since day one
a million miles they run through my head
revenge does weigh a ton
as for me, I'll never be dead

These scars remain, white lines on my wrists
fresh ones scab of blood
the tears i cry through withered nights
hopefully drown you in a flood
This is a bloody battle feild

a battle i'll never lose
but for all you bastards out their who have hated me
and for those of you who still do
I watch you scream, and I watch you cry
you are the ones death will choose

your tithes are now over
you had your second chance
now the devil starts rebiding
and he's got a different plan

your scream, your kicks and your hollowed out cries
are the last things I hear before death takes you, you die
Now look over here, see this, no more tears
I'll never be a person like you
and now look at what you've done
well now you've killed yourself to

These scars remain, white lines on my wrists
fresh ones scab of blood
the tears i cry through withered nights
hopefully drown you in a flood
This is a bloody battle feild
a battle i'll never lose
but for all you bastards out their who have hated me
and for those of you who still do
I watch you scream, and I watch you cry
you are the ones death will choose