Murder Myself

Communication is a joke when emotions come first

It’s the fucking worse when you can’t say what really hurts

Six feet under is too shallow for a Heretic

Bury memories of me before they fucking make you sick

Death is the ticket that makes you really give a fuck

Life is the burden that makes me feel fucking stuck

All the words and the truth are locked up and burned

My distance and contempt is something you earned

Assumptions and judgement got you fucked yet again

I can smell the corruption but you won’t even bend

But I’m selfish for wanting all this pain to go away

Your suggestions and your bullshit don’t save the fucking day

Pride steals your breath as you won’t admit your fault

I beg of death as the secret leaves the vault

All this pain and the loneliness builds behind the scene

The eyes have turned away and now I’ll haunt your fucking dreams

By Cosmic Tempest