Wave after wave washing light sins from my face still I hate the taste of bitter sweet relief of the Holly wine cleansing my soul from agony temporarily drowning in these women days don't exist just moments in my nightmares death blowing my a kiss I've been a dog long enough to know I can't duck forever from this these suicidal tendencies got me cutting time short checking my wrist I wonder if time can tell me why it is the way it is to be...