Her mind so munipulated and tempted
the voices are taring at her skin
her personality so sick and twisted
she's headed for hell all over again
dry blood stained on her blade
she lets her tears drip
whats become of her she's now afraid
as the fear comes the pain starts to hit
the pain hits hard like thunder
as she carves in her skin
body left in a stage of wonder
666 is what she carved in
she gets on her knees to say a little prayer
as she still grips the blade
telling the devil 2 bring her 2 his chamber
her soul whittles and phades
