A look in the shotgun mirror
reflecting the bullet wounds
A cough syrup overdose
just to hang your love from a bridge

Give us a faithful knife
Wrapped tight and laced with novacain
Just to keep us comatose
Let the pain bleed from our nails

Sin, sin, the reasons that we live
Paint the sky with bloodshot eyes
Sin, sin, the reasons that we live
There's more than screaming at the sky

Suicide is not a spectator sport
I am your favorite pill