Sick Communion - Encyclopedia Self-Destructica

Anti me Anti you Anti everything This is a relapse Brought on by late nights And early mourning We grieve to say we feel As much as we felt When we felt the way you feel This is a relapse Of my suicide attempts The key to my self-hatred Stares at me from the mirror Anti me Anti you Anti everything Let the leeches nourish on my flesh And let my scars bleed for you Forever eternally yours Forever eternally yours I bought a book the other day With one hundred and twenty one ways To end it all painfully Tortured under my own self loathing I’m checking out I’m checked out