Suicidal Tendencies - by Erik Smith
I
want to see my blood on the floor
Personal payback for hurting shit more
I want to look into the mirror
Plunge a sharp object into my neck
Observe the blood squirt onto the glass
Feel the numb sensation spread rapidly
Fall to the floor into darkness as I testify
Bow down into the realm of reconciliation
Run through the tape into psychotic temptation
Walk through the crowd with a knife with my blood
Waving it around announcing my destiny
Plunging it into my chest screaming obscenity
The only thing I can do any good
Not wanting there to be a trace of me
Want you all to realize I wasn't meant to be
Happiness can't be found for free
And I'll never have that much money
So I jump around stabbing myself frantically
Releasing myself from this evil slavery
Stream it over the internet
A close-up of my hand and wrist
Tied to a white table
The shiny razor shows itself
Slits the wrist and stains itself
Blood on the arm and table
Slices come repeat themselves
The fist tightens with every incision
The actor made the final decision
The fist goes limp upon the table
Entertain you all with deaths parable
