I wake up with deepening new cuts
The blood and razor blades lay next to me
One final cut is what is coming next
Cus when i awoke i had not bleed to death
Now I'm six feet under, My head lay at rest
With only the memory of blood stained wrists
Now he got what he wanted
Now he's no longer scared
For now I'm gone with 100 cuts
And only one that meant a bloody death