Look at this shadow,
made from your darkness...

Standing in front of the bullet,
that shot right through me...

A gently whisper in your ear,
Gently reminds you that I'm still here...

You lay there,
your face on the ground...

As your watched in your sleep,
watched from cracked walls and broken floors...

This little world is a messed up world,
People always caring about the way they look...

Silent whispers in my ear,
The silent dead, which awakens within...

Oh, How i hate you...
Your dumb founded grin with pointed fangs...

I desperately clutch the sharpened knife,
Hoping it'll all just disappear...