Woorden: The Casket Lottery. Ever Since Sulfur.

another cold cold day to freeze me out but i'm still here and i'm not going anywhere. you still sit there in your basement just rotting away, anchored to pride. since sulfur, i've been wishing wood-grained bloodstained and willing...its all too familiar. its all too real, just waiting here to see how i feel. i'm pretty sure i'm dying. i'm positive i dont mind. you'll stay here without me and i dont mind.