SuicIdol

Let the silver cross your palm,
Seal my fate expose my charm,
The lines cross, flip, bend and sway
Fortunes forgive, for those that made,
Set in skin denied my say,
Forecast my life’s mistakes,
Prophecy not meant for me,
Cause what I got is all I need

Why don’t you come up and get me
Why won’t you come up and get me
Why can’t you come up and get me
Why don’t you come up and get me

Black cats and cracks in three’s
My burns are third degree
Damaged sight I see to write
Scratched in ink I’m born to fight
Self abused, I draw the line,
Last resort, the first divide,
This it seems will be the way
Open casket, early grave

Why don’t you come up and get me
Why won’t you come up and get me
Why can’t you come up and get me
Why don’t you come up and get me

A Blackcubesong