Текст I Killed The Prom Queen – Your Shirt Would Look Better With A Columbian Neck–Tie

These failures dragged me down.
I whither away.
I will never forgive or forget, a constant reminder, your lifeless heart on a rope around my neck.
A keepsake from this rusted love.
We are falling fast to the ground.
I’d bite into your face just to be close to your eyes
I’ve discarded such beauty in a past lifetime.
I’ll stitch my own insides to the highest tree.
A keepsake of this rusted love you wish upon me.
This process of pain can be ended elegantly.
With no distaste, no fear of soul decay.
I felt betrayed for so long.
These failures dragged me down.
I whither away.
I will never forgive or forget, a constant reminder, your lifeless heart on a rope around my neck.
A keepsake from this rusted love.
Everyone here who breathes will fucking die!