This song is an anti-suicide song. Even though the song is in a possitive form like that, the song however isn't yet reflects somthing just as dark (which if you wanna be "possi" about it, could be overcome); some of us believe suicide is for the weak and would never even think of taking thier own life, yet when they are faced with thier life in thier rock bottom state, they would pray they'd get hit by a truck or drop dead somehow someway and even seriously pray they'd die.

I see be thee, and in me, that I'm not
the last one to call
a bluff that brings a...

RAKE SO SMALL!!!

It's hard to taste the fruit of passion
when it's all just made of wax.
So light a wick,
and watch the fuse run short.

Tinker with your toys they say,
it adds more affect,
but not so little as skulls and crossbones
worn like a bounty for a paupers kill-

KILL! (2x)

I shall bow upon these knees...
And as I arc my hands,
in front of my face I hope-

-I walk with you all
as I walk with the dead- (In Latin)
-MUERTE!

-blood runs down in spurts,
spewing forth, makes me laugh,
Gushed between fingers in beautiful streams.
I am the canvas as
Van Goh strikes me
with his dryest brush.
I'll take, I'll make,
I'll find, I'll fuel, I'll break-

this is what I've waited for.
To bad the stars just can't aligne
when daybreak hits and the pumice cools,
and kiss that black eyed whore in the, 
masquerade! (12x)

Don't count your guardian angels before they hatch,
and don't forget the right spices
for when you cook that recepie Benedict.