AFI - 3 1/2

Why am I this way?
Tell my why
Why am I this way?
WHY!?

Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infectious time;
I feel so faint as my life spills over you!

Backstep over glass as I repent.
I fear I cannot prevent
myself from spilling your life all over me!
Go!

(I'm so sick, so sick of myself!)
Mother, say you'll pray for me!
(I'm so sick, so sick of myself.)
I'm premature in my decay!

Shards of glass swimming in my eyes.
A small voice in the back of my mind
that's whispering words I never wanna hear!

I pray that you won't hesitate,
as you watch me degenerate,
you reach in my wounds and extract all my fear!
YEAH!

(I'm so sick, so sick of myself!)
Mother, say you'll pray for me!
(I'm so sick, so sick of myself.)
I'm premature in my decay!

My suffocation.
Asphyxiation.

I've been choking
on my own blood.

My suffocation.
asphyxiation.

I'm choking!
On my own blood!