1. BETWEEN TRAGEDY DEADLY FLOWERS BLOOM

Clenched fist,
Face first,
Blood spilled,
What's worse?
Dying to live,
Or living to hurt,
Tell me the use,
Tell me what to do. (x2)

And suddenly everything changed,
I feel my youth slip from me,
Violence, violence, that's all I see.
I'm growing restless,
Begging to bleed.

You couldn't tell by the look in my eyes,
I'm face to face with the void inside,
But who gives a fuck?
I wanna separate the narrative from the situation,
Avoid institution,
But the time to rise is now, bitch, I'm done!

Shades of grey,
It permeates,
My eyes, they watch as the color fades.
What's the beauty in tragedy?
To live through the dark,
To aid a bleeding heart?

Clenched fist,
Face first,
Blood spilled,
What's worse?
Dying to live,
Or living to hurt,
Tell me the use,
Tell me what to do.

Clenched fist,
Face first,
Blood spilled,
What's worse?
Dying to live,
Or living to hurt,
Tell me the point,
We live to die.

It's not fair to think I can depend on you to fulfill my soul,
Abandon the thought to think this will ever change.
Bury them all, strangled!

Fuck you! (x6)

What's the use of explaining if no one's going to understand?
Adolescent hate, birthed in bunk-beds,
You couldn't tell by the look in my eyes,
That I'm face to face with the void inside.