Waiting for my death
Not wanting to die...

Look into the mirror
what do you see...

Manipulating madness
stroke of midnight then...

A million white hot needles
Pierce my undead flesh...

Down goes the kingly beast
who we have failed to save...

A lot of people tell me
You are exactly what you got...

The various paths of life
by which i may choose to go...

I don't want to cry
But all your pain I see...

Murder...
is not just physical...

There is always two sides
To every street...

Should you ever get the chance
Go watch a colony of ants...

With bloodied hands I lay the bricks again
Once again blocking the hole...