Original lyrics
ENButterfly die with me. Skull in silver decoration.
Leave this glass in my toe, a symbol of my depression.
And now it's pouring red from my smile, laughs from my veins,
I've left emptied before you.
And I can't find anything to say, why you hung yourself before me.
I don't think I'm coming home. I made a mess of my bones
Something in my head gone wrong. Pistol buried deep and cold.
You look so sad for me, a little taste of my frustration.
And as you scrape me from the floor, there ain't no more confusion
About the way I feel, bite my tongue, eternity.
Dark runs so red the ocean.
Cracks your mind, turning to clay.
Lead snake slow in the river.
I don't think I'm coming home.
I made a mess of my bones.
Something in my head gone wrong.
Pistol buried, now I hold not a thing.
