Meaning Of Death

Leave me in a room
With the razor in my hand
Tell me a direction
And ill begin to cut

Ill cut away my sorrow
Knife out my tears
Massacre my belief
Risk my tomorrow

Slit into my pit
Of warm running blood
Let it drip
Watching it is all the fun

Let death set in
See the reapers beauty
Cause now your sin are really taken
Except this way its far more dirty

Let death kiss you lips
And let the blood drip
If things have to end
its ganna be like this