suicide is twice the painnfirst there's mine and then there's yoursnrestless devils salivate for a chancento kill an angel on it's shorenput your money down on the safe betnlike stealing cancer from a cigarette in demandnbeautiful things get crushed by human handsnnthey don't give rewards for a heart attacknbut on Sunday they take you backnnthere's a funeral where the crowd waits anxiouslynthere's a killer in the room here somewherenand it might be menstaking out myself, it was a strange awakeningni couldn't prove it because i couldn't seenthe killer inside of menn'cause i didn't even know i had it in myselfni mean, there were signsnbut nothing to make me thinknjust a simple kiss, so innocentnwould leave a lust deep enough to disgust even menthere were days on end where i couldn't sleepnna confession would imply remorsenbut i'm not sorry 'bout anythingnnthere's a funeral where the crowd waits anxiouslynthere's a devil in the room here somewherenand it might be menstaking out myself, it was a strange awakeningni couldn't prove it because i couldn't seenthe killer inside of menni never really felt the urge to kill until recentlyni was looking for something whole again, but it wasn't menit was a version of myself, sort of like a split personalitynbut i swear to you that's the deadliest part of mennthere's a funeral where the crowd waits anxiouslynthere's a devil in the room here somewherenand it might be, might be menstaking out myself, it was a strange awakeningni couldn't prove it because i couldn't seenthe killer in me...nin order for me to survivensome poor sucker had to die