i'm pretending to feel like i care for this world
inside my hearts gone from black to torn
open up my pain and peek inside
each bottle of pills stands behind angry lies.
pathetic apathy and idolized injections only pushes along the evatability of your unrelenting uselessness
so open me up johnny dearest. i dare you.
enter the chamber of the weak and dying.
the gas chamber you left in the wake of demorilization you so pateintly picked apart.
open my pain and peek inside
inside my hearts gone from black to torn
look into the face you left behind
you'll never get out of this alive.