My sharp old friend, I know so well,
Your purpose bent, your faith I sell,
I turn you round and point you back,
Towards my chest, my friend, attack.
In familiar things I see new life,
Look at them with my new light,
The light is death and the switch I flick,
Take me now, or eternal sick.
My friend comes knocking, he leaves me fast,
But his gift, has now been cast,
It is not long until it starts,
My red enemy, leave my heart.
I wait for nothingness to come,
tonight I will hack off my tongue,
it matters not, my words aren't heard,
I fade away, my body blurred.
