if I just found a recipe for a life [bad word] failed 
I'd slay [bad word] angels, taint all love, or even wander the plains of [bad word] 

I'm so sick of betraying myself, by wasting my days away 
cause nothing good ever came from this but I stick to my suicide guns 

who could know that this would [bad word] everything that’s wrong with the 
situation I’m in? desperate times, desperate measures, desperate sleepless eternity. 

the sun has gone for far too long and the street lights burn like salt in my eyes 
I count and carve every [bad word] of a day into these walls that I will never escape 

sleeping next to you has [bad word] like waking up alone 
when everything has changed what is it worth to return home? 
my mind wants me to never forget and it seems that I’m losing that fight 
and I can’t even tell anyone that I dreamed about her, the other night 

if I just found a recipe for a life [bad word] failed 
I’d do anything, but nothing [bad word] close to redemption 
the sun has gone for far too long and the street lights burn like salt in my eyes 
I need to free myself from the menace of my past 

I want to be six feet beneath this life 

decapitated, embracing tranquility 
the only way to escape the ghosts of time 

never hear, never see, never speak again 
never fear, never be, never go insane 
decapitated, finding my peace of mind