The Living can't see the Dead

The light inside you burns like a candle,
Infecting all your tears.
Your breeding this depression
That you've held in all your fears.

Slitting writs for crimson fulfilment,
Hung yourself in rope.
To suffocate your lungs
To diminish all hope.

The voices screaming inside your head,
Your satanic psalms
You're playing for the devil
And he's got you in his palms.

And you're yelling at my window,
You're knocking at my door
But nobody's home
'Cause I don't see you anymore