Woods Of Ypres - By The Time You Read This (I Will Already Be Dead)

By the time you read this, I will already be dead Do not reply to this, it is only to be read By the time you read this, I will already have been killed Do not reply to this, but notify my next of kin Self administrate your estate, Pick up the pieces and give them away Let them take all the things they want and dispose of yourself Photos and notes go into the sink Under all the hot water the faucet could give Now my dreams are just running ink Going down the dream By the time you read this, I will already be gone Do not reply to this, but realize what you have done By the time you read this, it will already be true Do not reply to this, but realize what you made me do Oh, oh By the time you read this, I will have gone the way good men go When they go bad, where they go bad By the time you read this, I will have gone to the place where good men go Where they go wrong, when they go wrong By the time you read this, I will already have been changed Do not reply to this, after I've experienced maximum pain No longer good to anyone, and never would be again Know that I spent my final days, endlessly tying the endless loose ends One last look around the place, with sun shining into empty room For the final time I close the door that will open for someone new The only change I make before I leave, is in the bedroom of my dreams Where I covered the walls in deep blue paint, rather than my blood and my brains By the time you read this, I will already be dead Do not reply to this, it is only to be read By the time you read this, I will already be dead