I.n.c.y W.i.n.c.y R.a.z.o.r,
Scratch across my arm...

Dear Victim...

Raindrops on the window,
Fountains of pain...

Looking up at the dark, Grey skies
Searching for you with my blurry eyes...

Millions of miles between us now,
They're leaving me to wonder how...

He who decides his own fate,
Chooses the path he shall follow...