The Black Streets

on the black streets kill me quickly and try to forget me.
steal my home beneath my feet and hang us high and out of sight.
my blood, your hands: cut through the skin you'll see my blood on your hands.
let my memory fade away.
on the black days kill me quickly without a fight.
secrets and lies you tell yourself, does it make it easier?
my blood, your hands: cut through the skin you'll see my blood on your hands.
forget my face and end my name, let my memory fade away.
say goodbye, black out my eyes and know I will die and this is the end i'm gone.