Need to end
Dress me in ambivalence and loss, it's understated gloss
Need to end
Sans the masquerade and cleanse your sight, behold the purest state
Thin as rivers running pale opened with the nearest nail
It's destruction in a twisted fling, hobby of a sickly game
Call it fun- stain me

12 months to right my past - watch it multiply too fast
Adding up to nothing much - contradiction of my worth
Piles of seductive harm - bottles with their lucid charm
Empty into plush embrace - isolation cold to taste

Need to end
Chronicle the brilliance and the hate engulfed in sour fate
Need to end
Enjoy this ploy of sparse importance once enjoy it way too much
Underneath the tender folds- fluid dying to explode
Must be much more to behold- stain me if I get too old
Call it dead- stain me

Stain my eyes, stain my skin, stain my heart
Stain me