In the background, I hear,
Your fear, Sick with laughter...

Plastic Bag,
Suffocate...

Maybe you've read a poem,
That makes you ache to go back home...

My knife snuggles deep within my bleeding wrists,
Crush my face...

Disoriented by memories I cannot conceive,
Ten thousand corpses striped down to expose abused...

Suicide like a cunning dream, ready to take,
Steal from the soul thats sunken into the silky...

Swords swing in an endless war,
Through the air spears soar...

I guess the satanic angel lost her wings,
There are rumors that the apocalypse is about to...

Penetrate the skin,
Grind it to the bone...

The sound of fate,
Finding true love...

In that alley,
He found Jesus...

Today I thought of you
And buried all that made me blue...