It's finally okay to be   Too late, I wish for you   to go home, theres nothing left to chew   It's fine for you   But I have needs too   bullets with crimson tips   Machettes that'll make you drip   Maroon, it's over soon.   It's fine, for you      For once, It feels like I'm done   It feels like I'm done   For once, It's ran out of fun   It's no longer fun, for you      It's time, to feel the sting   Or swing peacefully   off ropes that hang with bliss   It's time for you    to acknowlede the beast   to breathe me breath   Savor the feast   Enjoy whats left      Duct tap this   whats left to fuck   I hope it fits well in your trunk      I'm feeling cushions   Cold air/Hot air   The maggots rather feed than fight   grasp your thoughts   hold them tight   No one sleeps tonight      Cold air/Hot air   I once held you close   Nothings worth dying for   It felt so good   The maggots feed this night   and every other.