Ad Mortem
To stop a setting sun whose time has come on the day of a lifetime
A crime you didn't try to emphasize the struggle to get there

Face it, this is a war that you are losing
A scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest
So scratch your skin to feel alive, an amateur surgery
Don't pluck the splinter from your eye, the joys of life are gory

There is a special place in hell for people like you

A life immortalized by serpent eyes and a beautiful forked tongue
To beg for some restraint, it sounds the same as the day that we first met

Face it, this is a war that you are losing
A scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest
So scratch your skin to feel alive, an amateur surgery
Don't pluck the splinter from your eye, the joys of life are gory

Bend back the finger 'til it snaps to splintered bone and crushed veins
Scream out until both lungs collapse, "All hail the dark new campaign!"
So now, drown it out in holy water, vicodin and dollar bills
Your dirty hands can thread the needle through your skin, but they can't wash away your guilt

There is a special place in hell for people like you