im the poster child for death your number one for a bad time you really didnt think that the slit wrists were a bad sign im sure im a nuisance a recluse with a noose youd think by the 3rd song the rope wouldnt be so loose till death do us part so what now im just a waste of an investment incessantly oppressed and always obsessed with doing the wrong thing just me myself and i a head full of broken pistons so it makes sense why all my friends have gone missing well okay forget about me been living barely living far from what i need i guess im a misfit i guess i dont get it so ill take a bath in blood and sickly depression well okay forget about me been living barely living i can hardly breathe so carve your name into my bones because i dont want to be alone bludgeon me with sticks and stones as long as i wont be alone constantly thinking about death is killing me my friend my dearest friend so till death do us part till death do us part