more old words this beautiful death wish; a piece of your history that won't soon be forgotten. time to say goodbye, but time is all we had, and goodbyes only count when you mean it. put in the key and start your murder weapon. i've seen it all before. close your eyes and let the rocks do the work. twisted metal feels no remorse. well i wish it was you calling my name on that cold november night. you screamed to shatter silence, but the silence was shattered by broken bones and sirens. and i wish it was you calling my name.