Crimson Marks,
Across my chest...

I sit in my room,
Cold steel in my hand...

Always look,
On the bright side of life...

The stroke of steel,
The sting of slice...

Blood red weekdays show no mercy,
Against a star studded floorboard...

I sit in a corner,
Outcast and alone...

High black ceiling,
White rabbit, White rabbit...

I fall from happy consciousness,
Into a dark despair...

I'm lost,
I don't know my purpose...

I reach for the knife,
As i sit a ponder...

I'm sick of Animation,
I'm sick of Limitation...

When the blood begins to spill,
Will anybody care at all...