Mutilation by Bleeding Through
Oh
If these pills could, they would call my name
A quick end
Suicide becomes so persuasive and dramatic
A beautiful face that lays quietly beside me
And I'll remember every fucking movement
I've lost control
And I'm losing control of who I am
Nothing seems to fit
These words fill a helpless length of time
They make no sense, but serve every fucking purpose
Into substance
Remember my face when I am gone
Oh, I've been dead before tonight (Tonight)
I've felt your grip of eternity (Eternity)
Your grip of reality (Reality)
Yeah
And I'll remember every movement, and I'll study it like an infection
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