i broke out my casket, i pulled out my heart to be beaten to death
sick of way of thinking i know
light coffin nails to relieve the stress
I'm a go get her a wanted shape shifter to roam
airwaves, whatever pays to slave my life away

we call it love by night, by the sunrise your gone,
when I'm coming down your no where to be found.

this place is a haunted grave, why did god leave the ghost to play their games
scared face down the fall, glide at me shake and stutter.

I am aware that my mind wanders aways taking pictures of hell.