It's evil shadow haunts me everywhere I go.
I just can't resist to watch the precious red river flow.
It takes away my pain, it takes away my sorrow.
There is no guarantee, it could even take tomorrow.
The scars that line my wrist,
Are my bracelets from the past.
Each one of them tells a story,
And each one of them will last.
My skin, so paper thin,
Lined with all my little veins,
Is my one and only escape route,
I take from all the pain.
So, here I go again,
Down highway "Never End"
Where I walk alone,
And my blade is my only friend.
