The trenches in my skin is where the Rotting past 
begins.And you're the reason.
The paths will never end,
Until you lie in the vows of death.
When the curse of the cause will Conclude and my spirit 
can rest.
To your burdened ghost I will be deaf.
I won't hear your cries,
Not beyond the cold casket door I lay Behind.
All the dozen car pile-ups you forced Me to see. Can 
never accumulate to The fucking tragedy staring back at 
me In the mirror. But since you've left my Reflection has 
been clear.
Now that your fog is gone,
The scars have begun to fade.
I can still faintly hear your twisted Games: Lets play 
Russian Roulette With a twist,
Instead of one lets put in six.
But I've got a new chamber,
With new bullets too.
Now you're the bomb that hates to tick.
Cause I'm lying nicely underneath,
Watching your blood harden from the Concrete.
All the dozen car pile-ups you forced Me to see. Can 
never accumulate to The fucking tragedy staring back at 
me In the mirror. But since you've left my Reflection has 
been clear.