One strean of blood on the arm of one lonely girl.
As the blood runs quicker the room begins to swirl.
It's my chance to get away, my chance to be free.
The only way to forget it all and feel that sweet ecstacy.
They tell me that I can handle it and God is there everyday.
Well if you really exists why can't he make it all go away.
I do get rid of the pain but I'm doing it all wrong.
And the next time that I can do it I have to wait too long.
So just give me the blade and a bottle of wine.
After about an hour everything will be fine.
I know that I should stop but the rush is too great.
And if I should die I'll blaim it on fate.
