Classic.Death.Pose.

Tracing fingers over chalk lines
Guide me to your resting place
A silhouette of your demise
Unlike these lines
This suffering won't wash away

Whether we're together
Just not to die alone
Buried care in romantics missed
Dancing in the thought between blade and wrist
Blade and wrist
Between blade and wrist, wrist, wrist

It all depends how they print the front page
How they read it then spit you out
Safe assured I'm not on my own
When I'm alone, the voices speak
Begging for help, selling myself
Maybe this is a cry to

Destroy
Writing names on shell casings
Destroy
This shade of knife goes great with your eyes
Destroy
Taking notes of names and faces
Spinning a chamber with all six inside

Forcing angels to watch back mistakes (six still inside)
Forcing angels to watch back mistakes (six still inside)
Forcing angels to watch back mistakes (six still inside)
Forcing angels to watch back mistakes (six still inside)

Six still inside

Forcing angels to watch back mistakes
Salt the innocence of every new day (every day)

This hole we died in together