Rant Widows and whores are two of the worst things I have encountered in my short existence on planet earth Widows, because the crying never stops They blabber on and on about the man their husbands were And then dinner is over and she asks who will pay the tab and I say "This wasn't a date, this was a goddamn therapy session. I'm not paying for this." And I pick up my coat and leave without another word. Whores, because they don't know how to not be a whore And you never know how many guys she's been with Because you know she's lying when she says "I'm clean" But what's worse than a widow or a whore is a widow whore She doesn't shut up during the date, except she offers to pay And then she asks to fuck And I say "Sure, why not" But what's worse than widows and whores and widow whores Are widow whores that were whores when they were married to their husbands And they view his death as some sort of God forsaken freedom to fuck anyone they want Without Guilt Or behind someone's goddamn Back They run their mouths to the town when you're done with her And all of a sudden, your reputation is ruined But at least I still have my cigarettes.

Salvation Canvas Go ahead and save yourself Unless you'd rather die Alone Carelessly, I grace my brush across the canvas of your #life The red paint drips down like blood The floor is a mess now Go ahead and save yourself If you think you can I don't think you can Set sail against the wind And you will truly experience the hell that is #life The struggle to stay on course with an outside influence constantly FUCKING you up Go ahead and save yourself With a rope, a gun, or a knife Or maybe a bottle of pills I would much rather be dead than live #lifelessly

Baby Blue Baby Blue, I still miss you. Baby Blue, it was the smoke that entangled us. All of those memories In the back of your car Are scarred on my heart. I tried to forget you. Believe me, I tried. You were never good for me But that's why I loved you. Baby Blue, I can't stand you. Baby Blue, you were the toxin inside my veins. You said that everything would be okay But that was a blatant lie. I Know for a fact that you are not alright. Well, neither am I. I tried to forget you. Believe me, I tried. You were never good for me But that's why I loved you. I hate you, I love you, I'm not fucking over you.

Bitter Blood The red#moondrips poison on the floor My sanity is nothing but a cheap whore Never more Never more Lift the veil Left to wither Left to rot I'll burn in hell with all of my thoughts I'll seep below Drenched in bitter blood

XIII I've built myself a stage to plea The curtains closed, it's only me It's only me to beg and to plead Left for dead and left to bleed Thirteen, struck dead Unlucky at best I'll never rest In hell, I'm just a guest So listen closely because I'll only say it once before Departing When the show ends It's really only starting