I'm dyingnThe taste of poison is coated with honeynReplacingnWhat flows through my veins with all this hatrednnHey look at my facenDon't turn your back back on menI'll put you in your placennStop tryingn'Cause this time I will make it on my termsnWithout younMy wounds will healnThanks here's your knifennHey look at my facenDon't turn your back back on menI'll put you in your place