I can taste the earth and the filth that goes with it Maybe the mixture of pills and alcohol was not the best ideas Oh, I could've been beautiful...I could've been beautiful... I spend my time with the walking corpses Waiting for hell? Or simply just waiting It smells here like old d**h and abandoned hearts I wonder if I scrape the thoughts of my dear beloved, my dear beloved It's been two years The taste gets worse The smell gets stronger It hides behind my eyes I took my life before it started I regret the things I never finished This is a mistake I burned out to fast Live fast, die young Die young, stay dead I can taste the earth and the filth that goes with it