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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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