The morning sun rises
Hungover and seeing red
Caught on the nail inside the floorboards
You are living dead
There is no way out of here
Unless you leave with a bullet
You’ve gone too far to try
Now…lay down and die
Empty sunlight kisses your carcass
Just like the knife inside your wrist
Narcotic funeral fever eats your will
A lie you can’t resist
The pain is to great to carry on
The pain is too carry your song