To die it all away in another Blackheart dimebag symphony would be the greatest death of me. Charred black lungs because the color of my soul is the best for me. So I smoke another because i'm bearing these, and I need to be bearing trees. Cancer sticks are killing me but I was already dying so unthrillingly and now i'm dying willingly. There isn't a fucking skill for me unless I can sing with my Blackheart Symphony. Everything is emptying and it feels like this is it for me, nobody would take a hit for me because they never tried to do shit for me. So just quit police, so witfully, while i'm witnessing these girls kissing and i'm tripping and bumbling because I can't get my prescription leaf. Delusional Confusion and third eye open looking at this Emotion Abuse through my third fucking contusion, a concussion and i'm fussin, sitting here crying, trying for nothin. Through all the derision I can make a scarlet incision another Blackheart stopping decision, I can't invision me livin seeing so many kissin, its my new darkness arisen, my Blackheart Symphony it whispers every time he kisses her I can hear my heartbeat whimper, and I raise up this temper this gives my fire tender and I just want to attend and mend her. I can't stop thinking about my attentive splendor and how I want this situation rendered and protect her so he could not offend her abusing her beautiful fireheart ember. He smothers her with gasoline instead of giving her a slow burn, and I know she wants someone to hold her. So I cry out singing a Blackheart Symphony even if no one is listening I pour smoke and pills into me because I feel too much pain and want these days to just be the end of me.
