I've stained the sky in a blush of thin blood Reminiscent of my insides Pulling teeth, reflecting blinding light Where the innocent reside My cure could kill me if only I could die Scraping flesh from bleeding gums Exhausting every empty vein Swallowing a bitter sleep, soaking up a curse of cold Lost in a flood that will force me into drowning My cure could kill me if only I could die My cure could kill me if only I could die It doesn't matter whether it's black or white Or if the sun is shining or if it's pouring rain It's all blackness It's very difficult to put into words I was only saying this place called hell Where bad people go after they're dead, after they die The worst part about hell is not the flames It's the hopelessness I'm so desperate to go home And I think that is the part of hell That a person really tastes