Suicide is twice the pain.
First there’s mine and then there’s yours.
Restless devils salivate for a chance,
To kill an angel on its shore.
Put your money down on the safe bet,
Like stealing cancer from a cigarette in demand.
Beautiful things get crushed by human hands.
They don’t give rewards for a heart attack,
But on Sunday they’ll take you back.
There’s a funeral where the crowd waits anxiously.
There’s a killer in the room here somewhere,
And it might be me.
Staking out myself, it was a strange awakening.
I couldn’t prove it because I couldn’t see,
The killer inside of me.
‘Cause I didn’t even know I had it in myself.
I mean, there were signs,
But nothing to make me think.
Just a simple kiss, so innocent,
Would leave a lust deep enough to disgust even me.
There were days on end where I couldn’t sleep.
A confession would imply remorse,
But I’m not sorry ’bout anything.
There’s a funeral where the crowd waits anxiously.
There’s a killer in the room here somewhere,
And it might be me.
Staking out myself, it was a strange awakening.
I couldn’t prove it because I couldn’t see,
The killer inside of me.
I never really felt the urge to kill until recently.
I was looking for something whole again, but it wasn’t me.
It was a version of myself, sort of like a split personality,
But I swear to you that’s the deadest part of me.
There’s a funeral where the crowd waits anxiously.
There’s a killer in the room here somewhere,
And it might be me.
Staking out myself, it was a strange awakening.
I couldn’t prove it because I couldn’t see,
The killer in me.
In order for me to survive,
Some poor sucker had to die.
