Cut my wrist and make me bleed.
Watch this flower turn to seed.
One good blade is all I need.
To open the gates of heaven.
I've wandered down a broken path
Been called a freak, a psychopath.
Nothing adds up, can't do the math
and they're closing the gates to heaven.
My life's a dark and cryptic road.
A place in which I sold my soul.
And nothing really shines like gold
or the christened gates of heaven.
Do I pray 'cause I believe?
Or do I pray to part the sea
of this destructive treachery
to get through the gates of heaven.
Take me now or take me then
Take me when the bird descends
and bring me to my final end
and lead me to the gates of heaven.
H