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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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