She got the Christian eyes

Suicidal thoughts that were left behind

She thought she could go to hell

And now her only whish is to die

Her hands are cut

Pain's what keeps her alive

The faith is what keeps her

Afraid to die

San Francisco's rain is on her mind

7 is in what she thinks

The darkness consumed her

And the pain she's always ready to try

Her tears have run dry

She bites her foot

She's still alive...

There's an angel at the door

She's waiting the strength to open it wide

But the hand doesn't feel

It's too material to reach the core

She's looking to the roof

The rain's falling down

Doesn't care the wetness

Doesn't care the scabbed chest

Of the night before

Her hands on her head

Her nails were bitten off

The ground is better then bed

The blood has started to fell off

The sex is so disgusting

The sex that she doesn't have

She burned off her pussy

Her boyfriend was found dead

The gun's on her mouth

The metal tastes like nothing,

Pulling the trigger

With no bullet to find

The scabbed wings are growing

She's ready to fall

She now asks forgiveness,

She feels like a doll.