Decay

(Follow the yellow brick road)

Follow the yellow brick road down to hell
Death on my mind with a clip full of shells
Wrist full of glass, scrape the skin with my nails
Hate myself and you do too, I could tell
Hey there friend

Good morning, time and time again
We've spoken, stuck inside my head
Hearing voices, but the pain won't end
'Til it's over

Got a gun in hand, revolver barrel smoking like a cigarette
Bloodstained across the floor with all the tears I've shed
Sitting still inside the dark
Where you left me for dead, again, and again
Where you left me for dead, again, and again
Where you left me for dead, again, and again, and again