The Show Must Go On

Let this be my final message
Let it be more than I could say
With pictures of cigarettes
Or twisted metal in my face
Without ink inside my skin
A sin cannot be sin

Lines are traced around the colours of my fate
I see the needles in my skin and cease to hesitate
Is this what I need?
Is this what I want?
Will this flesh forever be the stain my past will haunt?

I hate the way I live alone without you
But I love the way I keep it in plain view
Suffering isn't suffering without it's theatrics

So feed me your approval
Keep your sympathy on side
A deathwish shall not be a deathwish
Unless it is romanticized
Let this exhibition be my demise
In a gallery of loved ones cries

You will never be one of us

I hope when I die it looks like I am dreaming
I hope dying will be just like sleeping

These gashes on my wrist
My bloodshot eyes
Are fashion statements of a beautiful demise
Such a beautiful demise