"The room is dead silent, yet your thoughts are deafening" Release yourself, from pain you've felt The only hell, you know is real Self made shackles You always knew, the bitter truth The flowers bloom, when your dead A forced existence, borrowed time Curtains call, crash and burn Wanna live, but your scared to die Give me one good reason Good day to die Good day to Everything you love will leave And I see a future: Inevitable suffering Somethings arе worse then fiction I watch as the black tidе rolls in One way out Take a look in the mirror At what you've done Make the choice Grab the gun Look in the mirror At what you've done A good day to die A good day to decimate me Aim for the head Paint the fucking carpet PAINT IT RED