My names Jay. Nothing much to know about me, uhh. Life is ruined; I'm 18.
Coming down like angel wings
Drink on the top of some magazine
Powder on the glass smells like gasoline
My brain just keeps on vacuuming
Hiding in the tub with Rhapsody
Drowning oh-so happily
One more cut or catastrophe
Is this my blood or is it blasphemy?
I hear my voice keep asking me,
"If I can't live what can I be?"
"If I can speak, why can't I scream?"
"If I can't die why can I bleed?"