Suicide Notes & Butterfly Kisses

Raise up the ghosts of the dead - I won't die like them
Push past the point of raw emotion - I will breathe
Exist with a broken spirit - I will die complete
Ignore what the angels say enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me
I won't pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me
Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I'll be damn sure to enjoy eternity
My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries,
laid to rest with the passing of time
Seems to me that even love can die
And the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid
And to me it clearly appears that we're already one foot in a very shallow grave
I will love with passion
You live like you're dead
As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight

Blow the last candle out. Let the wax harden
I wish I could stop crying. And I wish that someone still loved me [x2]
Just breathe and focus. How can I when the air is so cold and empty,
That my lungs froze right in my chest.
I'll be honest the silver linings are getting harder and harder to manufacture
And the smiles are so difficult to fake.[x2]
What do I have to do, or who do I have to kill, to get what I want. What I need[x2]
Happiness is an emotion I was born to this world without,
nothing pleases me. And i can never be satiated.
Through this toil I will breed my own distress and destroy my best hopes,
fuck up the only things that I love.
I watched my aspirations crashing to the ground, on the backs of the angels that I've slain.
But I meant so well, I tried so hard, gave everyting in my soul, to what end, to what end
Desolation, desire, exhale, pass away.[x3]

If i gave you pretty enough words.
Could you paint a picture of us that works.
An emphasis on function rather than design.
Aren't you tired, cause i will carry you.
On a broken back and blown out knees.
I have been where you are for a while.
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream.
the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night.
every evening that I die. alone.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. [x3]
I am exhumed.. just a little less human....
so much more bitter and cold....[repeating]
after all these images of pain, have cut right through you,
I will kiss every scar
And weep you are not alone.
then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart
still tries to beat.
It still tries to beat.
aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream.
the stars right out of the sky
and destroy the prettiest starry night.
every evening that I die

live love burn die

lift up a stone and you will find him, cherish the beauty in the world around us
not in buildings or crosses made by man
judge me, fuck you, stop playing god
your forked tongue prophecies, carelessly caressing the wounds of the week
people like you should be crucified, then maybe, just maybe, you'll have an idea
of what you are talking about. my only solace is that one day
judgement will come for the wicked, then we will see who burns
raise you heads, unclasp your hands, your weakness makes me tremble
true strength comes from within and were given this life to live, not exist under standards,
set by some bullshit rule book what prayers of yours, were ever answered, by degarding others
spare me your bibical back peddling nonsense for the people that you've hurt
and the being you dishonor, your fall from grace, will finally justify my means
judge me and now you are me and what's worse you are now a traito to your god
tell me judas, how does it feel to be looked down upon
sinners like you, should be strung up from the highest tree
you judged me and now you are me, stop playing god