I take a knife
To my wrist...

Your message written on the wall in blood
You made it sound so easy...

Led to the slaughter like lambs to the chop
The weak and the wicked I'm back at the top...

I see no good, only bad
My life is gone but I'm not mad...

A faint glint of hope, resting in his eye
Maybe his sister didn't mean to die...

She sat there in her corner
So quiet, so alone...

No reply when I call
You scare me...