today i'll hang myself up in the front yard, and see how long it takes for the sun to fade me. tonite i'll shoot myself up to stars, and see how long it takes for them to hate me. and if i had a knife i would eat you alive, and i would carve out your eyes for all to see who you really are inside. that twisted mess you call your sunday's best is all i see.
or i could wear a shirt that says "insert knife here" on the back and for the first time you would listen. today i'll change my name, i'm not the monster that you know anymore. today it's alcohol, tomorrow who knows.