Waking up to the news
You gave up your life
Hatred in the lines
I don’t understand
This can’t be true
What did you do?
The pain they put you through

Your face
In my mind
Your pain
Hard to find

I hate myself
For leaving you
The bleeding youth

Deep rooted pain
I end up feeling the same
Rest me in a grave
Don’t wake me up again

Please wake up
Please wake up
What the fuck
He won’t get up

Rotting corpse
No remorse
Please move forth
Please contort
Baked beans
Cut my spleen
Should’ve taken me
What’s there left to be

That was the day
That was the day