What I think when i cut...

I feel nothing
I feel hate
I feel like everything is to debate
I feel condisending
I feel like I'm winning
I feel like this might end

I touch everything
I touch my arm
I touch your soul
I touch the alarm
I touch the bed
I touch my head
I touch is all... instead

I see the ceiling
I see the walls
I see my arm
I see the scars
I see the colors
I see the lies
I see all myself
I see the disguise

I taste the kiss
I taste the blood
I taste my soul
I taste the mud
I taste the pills
I taste the wine
I taste everything
nothing is mine...

I smell the calling
I smell death
I smell the charing
I smell the strife
I smell the medal from the cheap kitchen knife

I feel...
I touch...
I see...
I taste...
I smell...
I sense every instinct of this hell