i look at the statue of jesus and mary and all of a sudden they looked so scary.
blood is dripping from mary's eyes and jesus is looking at me 4rom wide eyes.
i wonder why the look so sad it just makes me even more mad.
mad of they way i live this life w/ love in one hand and the other a knife.i choose the knife to bring 4th blood, it all comes out in a flood.
i think and fall 2 the ground and i listen 2 the sound.
the sound that comes 4rom a big white door at the other end of the floor.
i wake safe in a bed, but all i can do is stab myself in the head.
i'm gone of all worry gone of all sorrow, but i wont wake not ever not 2morrow.