I’m begging you to kill, to free, to be, to be my angel, angle of mercy
Because I’ve tried and failed to fall upon my silver sword redemption
But it’s the nature of the beast to slay, the boney hand that reaps
I beg you now on bloody broken knee slay it while it sleeps
Each breath haunted by dreams of horrors committed by hands oddly familiar yet
twisted and curved
The mental imagery pours out upon the table like so much evidence,
like photos of a scene
Of memories I couldn’t burn from my mind with burning knives
Traces of crimson cross the door frame and my dirty jeans
But I simply can’t recall how I got home again or how I got back into bed
And I’m tasting iron, I should be tasting silver
I’ve run it through my mind, this isn’t suicide, this is self defense
So please remember me for the boy I used to be, for the smiles
For the miles we stalked back in Jersey
And she said «this song reads like your saying goodbye.»
And I’m saying goodbye
Scared to sleep perchance to dream, to wake sweaty and shaking from the screams
No more nights with their eyes. No more nights