I wonder if anyone notices,
The scares are all still hidden...

Wonders behold, look to the mirror,
Controlled by a machine...

Standing still as stone,
Looking into cold, hard surface...

Count the minutes,
Count the hours...

His face is bloodied,
It’s bruised and battered...

As I sit there in the darkness,
Upon this bed of thorns...

Don't cry for me,
I don’t wanna be cried for...

Beaten and battered,
The Angel lies...

Trying to find my way,
Trying to find a way...

CUT,
BLEED...

No where for me to turn any more,
All the places I once held dear...

Slowly I am sinking,
Deeper into this darkness...