oh if these pills could they would call my name a quick end suicide beckons so persuasive and dramatic a beautiful face that lays quietly beside me and i ll remember every fucking movement i ve lost control and i m losing control of who i am nothing seems to fit these words fill a helpless length of time they make no sense but serve every fucking purpose into substance remember my face when i am gone oh i ve been dead before tonight i ve felt your grip of eternity your grip of reality yeah and i ll remember every movement and i ll study it like an infection curse to your embrace into substance crushed by your bloody kiss i ve been dead before tonight i ve felt your grip of eternity together we sleep in an unmarked pine box oh oh been dead before tonight i ve felt your grip of eternity i still remember that first kiss that first look that first touch and how it never made sense you built me up just to be broken i ve i ve been dead before tonight i ve felt your grip of eternity i ve been reduced to a fucking substance i ve been reduced to a fucking substance