I'm rotting inside. My flesh turns to dust. Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear. I'm so sick to death. Tumors in my head. Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear. Black rose of death. In my fist I clutch. Thorns shred my finger tips. And drips toxic blood. Kiss me one last time. Wipe off my sweat. Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear. As my bones they rust. 20 pounds of trust. Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear. Black rose of death. In my fist I clutch. Thorns shred my finger tips. And drips toxic blood. I'm rotting inside. My flesh turns to dust. Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear. Kiss me one last time. Wipe off my sweat. Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear. Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear