Cigarettes (REMIX)

Taste this breath...
It vagely reeks of ciggaretes...
Its in my place a memory you wont forget...
Drink this wine...
My favoroite flavor cyanide...
Truth be told my heart is warm my fingers cold...
And the hardest part is waking up...
Fooling the pride and confindance...
You pinch me now...
Cuz i dont know if im real an i might go home and kill all my friends...
You know i held it from the start...
I thought thatwe could make it better...
Now help me heal this broken heart...
Help me heal me...
Its crystal clear...
My reflictiotion thru chyandaleir...
This i scence.
I lack much more than inocence...