Love to Death - The Gift

Had my last bottle
Washed it down with a gun
The bag is getting dizzy
As the tank fills my lungs
The water seems to darken
With the light inside my eyes
How many more times
Can I watch myself die?

Steel ripping through my head
Twisted hot from the hull
That whirling metal mayhem
Smears crimson from my skull
Down the road with flaming wreckage
And not a single soul in sight
But the omens, black and feathered
Picking at my eyes

Air pushing my body
Falling fast and hard
With a little money
Call the number on the card
This porcelain coffin
Is where the end will start
Put me out of my misery
I am falling apart

Written by:
Salman Yakub

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