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