12:15 a.m. - April 26, 2013
Cross-Eater
Sacrifices mean nothing to me,
I never claimed to be a saint
Bleed till you please
Crimson paint
(Slow release)
Cover up the pain
(Feed the Need)
the shame
of my ever-growing hate

Even if I tried, I'd fail
Never meant for Heaven
I was sold to Hell
I'll never be clean, ever