a nose dive
offf the tallest steeple
watch it slow motion
quick like a picture frame
kissing the ground
to prove i'm alive
is this what it means, really
here on the inside
i think i'd rather d?e
living with myself
is dining alone
in my personal hell
it's hard to explain
just what i mean
look in the mirror
it'll come clearly
your to much me
intertwined by ill fate
separated by our appointments
outdone by disappointment
suckered with every lie
spoonfed on a sharp golden spoon
exit stage left, yeah
i'll meet you there soon
it's a promise
i am the lamb.
point me to the slaughter.