Sell my soul
To an open bullet hole
A wound that bleeds eternity
Death is hanging a string in front of me
But can't do anything about it
Because it's immortality
The razor sleeps in palm of my hand
The aspirin walks in the direction of the sand
Tell me to stop
With out even talking
Tell me I will be fine
With out knowing why
Nothing to look forward to
You took it all away
Why think about tomorrow
When I am still stuck in today.