Lay me (to rest) (lyrics)

I stumble, stumble upon you with bleeding arms,
laughing hysterically as you keep pouring salt into the open wounds.
These gashes were made to rid me of you,
intentional scars to remind me of you.
I’ll keep ripping out the stitches that are meant to heal,
I don’t want to, because I want to love you, and I always will!
If you want me to, I can pull my heart out of my chest?
A macabre present to make you satisfied, to make you f*****g gag.
(Love is what you’ve always wanted, but could never handle!)
So cruel lover, you know where to find me,
laying in the grave I’ve dug for myself.
I’ve been so restless, I’ve done some shameful things!
So take a shotgun, take a shotgun and, and, and…
Lay me, lay me to rest, with wilted roses upon my chest!
I’ll never be at peace as long as you’re breathing,
so I’ll just spend my nights staggering the streets, bleeding,
until my heart slows its beating!
For so long I’ve been suffocating under the weight of the world.
Nothing but a dead girl walking among the living,
though I feel that it would be more appropriate to call this place Hell!
No one else is allowed to touch this maggot filled heart!
The stench of it attracts the most blasphemous of men,
some of which who think they can tame me,
but they are only feeding me what I crave-
a heart to touch and skin to feel!
So take a shotgun, take a shotgun, and, and, and…
Lay me, lay me to rest, with wilted roses upon my chest!
I’ll never be at peace as long as you’re breathing,
so I’ll just spend my nights staggering the streets, bleeding,
until my heart slows its beating!
Sometimes my own thoughts make me ill.
Come, find me again,
claim back what you’ve rightfully killed!
What’s wrong, you’ve never seen a ghost?
This empty skin is all that’s left after you’ve had your way with me.
It doesn’t have to be Halloween to make people scream!
Take a shotgun, take a shotgun, and, and, and…
Lay me, lay me to rest, with wilted roses upon my chest!
I’ll never be at peace as long as you’re breathing,
so I’ll just spend my nights staggering the streets, bleeding,
until my heart slows its beating!
Lay me, lay me to rest, with wilted roses upon my chest!
I’ll never be at peace as long as you’re breathing,
so I’ll just spend my nights staggering the streets, bleeding,
until my heart slows its beating!
(UNTIL MY HEART! UNTIL MY HEART!)
I want to hear you start screaming!
(SCREAMING! SCREAMING!)
Start screaming…!