We have no one else but to blame ourselves
Of our sorrows, our distrust, our anger...

Knife left a message this morning
Written across my arms... still bleeding...

The dead, they walk straight towards the gallows
They wait their fate among the rest...

A helpless body mangled in the sand
Forgotten from the world one last time...

Collect the dead souls
So many to count for...

Standing alone and the path
Believing isn't a choice anymore...

You're going to suck everyone into your vortex.
They'll be your dolls to play with...

Life is a tree
That begins with a seed...

How can someone hurt you
And leave you dying inside...

Never ending thoughts
That blend with the blade...

Take a blind look around you now
You don't bother to see whats there...

The dog just disawesomed me
I hope you she might be right...