I feel no pain inside
But the thought of you...

Sitting on the edge of a knife
is the skin of my arm...

In a city of angels
all fallen from the heavens...

My final thoughts spin around me
I'm going to see the Devil tonight...

Take a life
to make yourself feel better...

When i talk to you
it never seems the same...

Sitting here killing time
waiting for the class to end...

Laughing and singing
all now a thing of the past...

Walking through the dark alone
seeing quick motions...

Shallow hearts fill this hall
my tortured mind screams for help...

Sitting in the shower
with the cold water running over me...

Crush his bones
to make my stew...