Bleeding, falling down a dark hole - I've lost control, and I see you, friend, at the end of this hell, you make life seem more like a dream than reality. More intense feelings inside my head - I see you, friend and I can't wait for death to wrap his hands around my neck, I can't breathe now - I'm coughing up blood now - you make me want to die, friend. You make me want to cry, friend - I look all around me but I can't see, friend - I'm blinded by my hatred for you, friend and yet when I close my eyes all I see is your hazel ones and man, I die over and over again. I'm spinning, friend - I've lost control again. — We Are All Innocent Until We Speak.