Everytime I dream, oh I don’t dream, I scream myself to sleep, and the demons don’t say a word, they just giggle in my head, when I die in my sleep it feels more real, then waking up and knowing Im already dead, my heart doesn’t beat, the blood In my veins has dried out, cutting isn’t worth the cost, but it’s worth the wait.
Many Love Me, and Many More Don’t. But I Try To Myself On A Mountain, so I can be forever high.
Peace love and happiness isn’t what it used to mean, it’s all about drama drugs, kids, sex, and money.. Everyone wants to know why the fucking sucks. It needs more Death!
Then maybe we will raise up against the demons and devils, and finally fight for our Souls!