Stained Soul

I'm like a match to a gas tank

I'm a bullet to the head

When your mind goes blank

I'm like a snake bite

The venom in my blood just feels so right

Combustion, your name, like propane

To the flame that sparks this fire

Air in, the bloodstream

My veins they are unclean

Seperate, neck from spine

Seperate my head from where it rests

All my veins are running thin

And I can't feel

I can't feel anything

My limbs are burning

Demons, as if you could see them

Ive torn at my wrists for some feeling

(Sold my soul to the depths, havnt seen any benefits)

I cannot break

I cannot ease the silence

I cannot speak

I cannot pull the guillotine

Find me at the bottom of the broken

Leave me like a carcass left to rot

Leave me, left to rot