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marvel at the intricacy of those few elating moments

woven into this decay strickened life

do these sporadic moments that make it all worth while equate the suffering

or are they over-shadowed by the melancholy

losing control of how i feel

these bleeding scars will never heal

remove the fragmented heart from its chest

will these salted cheeks subside, or will they regress

so tempting is the permanence of the solution

so intriguing is the artistry of the departure

is this the only way out, is this what you've longed for

dissect the veins, bleed out the lies, scalpeled wrists, exist this life

encompassed in sorrow, dripping hands begin to scrawl

sweet poetic beauty finger-painted on the walls

choose the words wisely, they will last a life time

can't pretend anymore that everything will be alright

already i feel so dead inside, wanting nothing more than to die

exact revenge on this world for turning its back on you

shudder in terror of what yuou feel compelled to do

is this what you longed for, is this the only way out

sweating palms clutching stainless steel

a final scream shrouded in darkness

one last cry for help as crimson stains the bath tub's walls

the pain excapes as the serrated knife falls

the eternal release encapsulates your irresistable devestation

could it have waited another day, another time, another place

would the desires still have burned the same

years from now will they remember

will their memories remain in death

or will they fade further away

years from now who will remember

years from now will they remember me

each heartbeat rhythmically slows to its last palpitation

quivering lips fall silent

pale flesh tainted to a bluish hue

the only life that remains lies in the streams of the dying words written by you