You tell me your different
Nothing alike, nothing the same...

Some men cheer
As some men weep...

This overwhelming sickness
This pleasure in death...

Blood is dripping onto the floor
A pool of blood leads to the door...

The path ahead is black
But I cannot go back...

These whispered words fly by my ear
I soon know them, though I can't hear...

You think I'm falling
You think I'm crawling...

Spiraling down to the end of this life
Wondering whether its worth using a knife...

Falling apart, breaking down
The only thing on my face is a lonely frown...

I walk this line of pain and death
This lined path from blood and meth...

Broken hearted, feeling betrayed
All of these feelings coming that were delayed...

One shout will resurrect the
Dead...