"I'm Not Locked in Here With You, You're Locked in Here With Me!"

To all my friends
Under my bed
The same stiff kids
For whom I've bled

You are the cold-
A thief to breath
The wretched words
Best left unsaid

I conjure you,
Nevertheless
My rotted dreams
My emptiness

Reverse-a-curse to play
With all things dead
I only gave you life
So you could repay the debt

Well, tonight I dream
Through a hole in my head
Of a malevolent thirst
Quenched only by lead.