Born unto this tortured rage
Living in a coma of sage
An "imbecile" is what I'm taught
The right to live, I haven't got
What's so wrong about this world
Is the hate that lies at beginning's curls
Black cherry water, grape divine
On these rose thorns, I will dine
My suicide note you will find
In the bottom corner, I will sign
Til death do you part
I'll stay in your heart*