Every time I die,
I don’t really cry...

Pain and suffering,
Anguish and hurt...

You hand me the knife,
Smile at me...

I watch as you walk,
Away from me...

Darkness is evil,
And it is in good...

In my hand the sits a reason to live on,
In my hand the sits a reason, so death be gone...

How does it feel when the light,
At the end of the tunnel goes out...

In my hand the sits a reason to live on,
in my hand the sits a reason, so death be gone...

With all my heart I loved you,
But you turned your back on me...

Looks can be deceiving,
The poison of a plant...

In the dark I stand,
With an empty hand...

In the dark I stand,
With an empty hand...