With One Week To Live (Where do the ghosts go)
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When I look in the mirror, my reflection looks away
Because it just can’t bear to look me in the face
There’s a suffocating plastic bag over my head
Since it would make too much of a mess if I bled
Below the bag is ugliness ‘cause I always had bad taste
But this scene is just perfect since the bag reads “WASTE”
My corpse will cure your cancer
Vitamin: Laughter is the pill in the tray
Just make sure that you shut the casket door after
There aren’t any ugly-jokes to say about a decaying face
I stand on the chair, shaking since I’m so scared of heights
But I gotta face my fear now because I’ll be here all night
They said I’d have to stand up for myself, so I kick away the support
But no matter how hard that I try, my feet just can’t touch the floor
I’d give anything just for lethal injection
Sell my soul for the ‘lil bit of affection
But that suicide style is old, so 2010
And I’d be teased by all my friends
I had cut my wrists just for a kiss on my poor booboo
But my girl just spat on it because she was in a bad mood
Complaining how I got blood on her brand new shoe
And just a second after used that as an excuse to get nude
Oh, the people in this world, they all just don’t get it
When I say “my time has run out” they tell me to reset it
If you had just one week to live, what would you do
Of all the things, I’d probably attempt suicide for a feeling of déjà vu
So I can reminisce all of the sweet memories
Until I’m finally murdered by this self-inflicted, emotional disease
My sickness makes my time tick quickly
But I’m sick of my parents acting so strictly
“You’re slitting your wrists in the wrong way”
“And you’re not sitting in a deep enough grave”
I’m suffocating inside my room, dangling over my bed-set
While, through my door, mother is just giving me a speech
About how it’s still not too late, and of last minute regrets
But now my blood-soaked handle’s just inches out of reach
Barely alive, I lift my head to glance at the liquid leaking down my hands
But I’ve already rang suicide-hotline so many times that I got banned
While my arteries flood the floor with blood, I boldly reach the phone
To call the suicide-hotline guy who told me “Don’t try this at home”
Like my Grandfather’s clock, I’m swinging
While his wife is knitting me as a voodoo doll
It’s lifelessly pale and around its neck is a string
She must be psychic, Grandma always knew it all
My own steady blood-trail won’t let me hide
I’m caught red-handed committing suicide
I said that I don’t want anyone’s help
I’m dead, so let me just rot in hell
Can’t the nurse doing CPR tell, I’ve got Rigamortis ‘cause I’m a corpse
“But you’re still getting hard, and well, she’s just the hospital’s whore”
When I lost conscious I got a taste of heaven and all the joys it had
But I was turned down at the gates and it began to drive me mad
It was such a tease, oh, that damn light at the end of the tunnel
Had me begging on my knees, drowning pills through a funnel
If you had just one week to live, what would you do
Of all the things, I’d probably attempt suicide for a feeling of déjà vu
So I can reminisce all of the sweet memories
Until I’m finally murdered by this self-inflicted, emotional disease
Grounded, I had so much time to kill
Until I found Never-land inside a pill
And time will go on, but I won’t
‘Cause as a kid I did a “Don’t”
I cut my stomach open to find that I literally never had the guts
Just the pills spilled out, so I was slowly rushed to the emergency room
In the surgery the doctor was caught stitching my mouth shut
Later explaining “Oh it was just because a medication overdose was presumed-
And we didn’t want him to puke all over the operation table”
“Good news, we recovered all the pills for you; the bad news is his vitals are still stable”
I stand on the chair, shaking since I’m so scared of heights
But I gotta face my fear now because I’ll be here all night
They said I’d have to stand up for myself, so I kick away the support
But no matter how hard that I try, my feet just can’t touch the floor
I can’t see u die, survive till I do, that's all I want
And when I’m gone, you’ll be the first that I’ll haunt
After I’m dead, you can get all your suicidal-desires fed
Just stay alive for now, safe and sound, and let me go ahead
I saw death and it was love at first sight
She was so beautiful, I didn’t even fight
But when I went to kiss her through the telephone
Her response was “hello, oh, umm, no one’s home”
“Shhh”, and tell me, can you hear my heartbeat
No chance in hell, Honey, I’m fifty feet deep
But if you think I’ll still be staying asleep
Just wait ‘till it’s time to trick or treat
Like my Grandfather’s clock, I’m swinging
While his wife is knitting me as a voodoo doll
It’s lifelessly pale and around its neck is a string
She must be psychic, Grandma always knew it all
But If I’m in my tomb, who will clean my room
And if I take my life, it’ll be a waste of a knife
So I won’t give in to the flirting, vacant ground
I’ll stay alive in this godforsaken ghost town
Where I’ve become the only living sound
Or maybe it’s the other way around
