The knife is my salvation
Pain and sorrow is my God
It raises my temptation
It leaves my mind floating abroad
The shadows are my angels
They creep up at me by night
Anthropomorphic creatures at sight
Yet anoint them if you will
There is no savior for their souls
Their hearts are full of boils
Silence is my Adam
Darkness is my Eve
But when they went to Eden
God told them to leave
Love and passion is my Hell
There just nothing there for me
Wine and happiness can't make me well
We're just not me to be
Corpses are my disciples, best
They spread the words of pain
From grave to grave they morn their rest
They'll treat you with disdain
The God they use to admire
Is no longer by their side
His love and care contract
Has long since been expired
So we just walk around
Our blood dripping on the ground
The syllables are pronounced
But we never make a sound.
