Texty: Rocky Votolato. Makers. Makers.

Death keeps calling me, she's gonna set me free
no more sunshine sidewalk streets or misery
like she did for you Oh Allen how you suffered
lower east-side apartment we stayed up late
the bones inside your mind where all broken
and the keys that opened any answers were all stolen filling and refilling up the glass with makers
we both agreed The Final Moment!
the sweetest remedy to ever be delivered! heaven or heavenless we're all headed for the same sweet darkness so she came for you, well I guess you wanted her to
now in the safety of a coffin rest you're through
no more debts or memories no more heart blood or skin on teeth
final dosage to set you free heaven or heavenless we're all headed for the same sweet darkness