Emily died; I revived her mind.
Tell me why Christians hate suicide?
With depression comes lots of patience.
Strong for too long; now dead.
Looked through the looking glass; died.
Mixing medicine; the only way now.
Your eyes are in another portal.
Paradise just isn't who I am.
I'll burn where I once began.
My daddy's skin color is red.
Panicked over past; terrified of future.
We've had this plan all along.
I stomp on broken egg shells.
Everything builds of something else.
Your eyes will forever haunt me.
Cold fingers trace across my body.
Does your image matter after death?
I can't survive this madness anymore.
In my land we slaughter etopia.
A disotpia always seemed better anyways.
Forget the color of my eyes.
My body is my own prison.