Die in your bathroom
Let the cold sense of lime light fade to black
Take a drink of something dark and red
The color of your sister's hair
The one you couldn't save
Puke your guts out for the last time
You've done it so beautifully before
Try to run from your sins
I'm so tired of running
You hear angels coming
They're here to hurt you
They're here to save you
From the sins you can't purge
The ones you can't get rid of
The ones you would die for
