Oh what a bed of death.

and i fit so snug as if it where a box made to me
and a memoir for you to keep with you
a mark i wanted to leave all over the ground
all over the wall, just all around.

The nickname we give mistakes: experience
and as if this wasnt riight enough, im furious.
blind, dumb, deaf, ill, and old, who better to fit this bed?
pain, sorrow, joy, and unknown, misery; i am now thine enemy
ill tear you open where you stand and rip out all my pain
and steal the wellness from you, steal another life from you.
if i could control the doppelganger the world would be saved.
if i could control time id ensure pain was not my name.
and given what i know, maybe change the weather today
greed #3 is the dye in us all.
but the color of our veins can be our downfall
if i could control the doppelganger i would feel pain and not when i lie
if i could control time id be the richest man alive.
but rich men, always die.