It's bitter sweet that you're gone now, and you gotten everything out of your way.
At least we're done digging graves for people that we never ever had a single reason to slay.
And my gift is your curse, and you will feel my pain,
Absorb my sorrows; take them to the grave.
Consequences to my ignorance have led me astray from
The cups of nails that we drink.

It's what we need. It's what we are.

...

Nothing changes, but no one stays the same.
And the nature of our actions, and the evil things we say.
And my already grey hairs, and my empty pepsi cans.
All your sleepless nights, all the lines on my hands,
Tell us of a story that we both know too well.
And I will pick the lock to your heart, and leave it open for anyone to enter.
Watch you bleed out in front of me, shed yours tears, as you lose all control of your feelings.

It's what we need. It's what we are.

...

And my crazy eyes are glued to your face.
Completely stagnant, will not look away.
Nomad emotions that cannot stay the same.
So many people that drive themselves insane, like
Mass murderers, and their thousands of victims.
Suburban families, and their bright white mailboxes.
Drug dealers, selling suicide for money.
Presidential busts that will rape our economy.
Angry children with whip marks and burns,
And their evil fucking parents whose voices aren't heard.
There are so many people who make up this Earth,
and they have their fatal flaws...

It's what we need. It's what we are.