Silent Son

I had planned on dying today

Felt the shivers in my lower intestines

Knowing that the next hours would be hellish

Rhe knife carving love letters in my urine

I can smell the fumes, and struggle to ignore the burning

I cried little boy tears in the studio

Worried that my card was pulled and it's time to go

Saw the devil in the dark and she waved slow

Slammed the door closed drove home

I don't wanna die this young

I put my health on the back burner for 6 fucking years

Cause I couldn't afford it, I didn't wanna be a burden