Black Heart Procession (The)
Suicide
As my bones creak and my veins screamWhile my spirit breaks I hear you calling meAs my heart aches and my hands shakeWhile my mind fades from these dark daysIn the valley where I come fromeverybody watches the blood runNo one will lend you a knife or a gunBut they'll cut your wristsand hang you by the neckI like your suicideYou show up in the middle of the nightBlood drippin from your wristsPills on your tongue and a gun in your handA rope around your neckI hope god is your friendI like your suicide
From Letras Mania