From the recording A Boy Named Suicide
Walking down this broken path I choose. I could never learn to walk in someone else’s shoes. We all play our part in the same lie. I could never keep quiet and say it’s alright. They know you’re not joking this time. You’re prepared to go commit a crime. Tired of living your life without a dime. We know you’ll pull the trigger this time. Swallow your pride and please don’t point the blame. We all play our part in the same losing game. Even on holy ground our blood stains the same. When someone close dies we always feel pain. I’m so fucked up in the fucking head. Sometimes I think that I’m better off dead. So many times that my broken heart has bled. Bitches fuck with my head and they make me see red.